rabbit! rabbit!!

rabbit-rabbit.
again.
good luck, mutha-uckas!
it's there.
documented.
the first words out my miki-flippin' mouth, son!
over and over,
every month,
because i just gotta get that lucky goodness,
for my face.
that's real, y'all.
and,
it's MAYDAY.
(i feel like i should be eating a vegan scone)
the distress call calendar date,
and the rabbit redux,
and it's sure to be a rad one.
no parades,
no worker's rights,
no community-based communist comraderie,
but plenty of druidic scalding skaldic warrior poetry,
hot fire,
and springtime woodsly wizard magic-type jauns.
i mean,
it's MAYDAY.
in fact,
we started practicing last night.
for real,
we kicked it up to eleven,
and said adieu to april like a couple of fools.
check it out.

light my fire with flair,
with a flare!!!!
oh, c'mon.
we got busy like roxanne, neighbors.
y'know,
with that red light district laser-beam lightshow.
light hearts ensued.
and some of us maybe even had light loafers.
take it easy.
they use strontium salt to fire it up, my ninjas.
it occurs in nature as the mineral celestine.
now that's a prophecy, duders.

so,
why do we have road flares?
are we anticipating traffic emergencies?
uh-uh.
we just like to be ready for anything,
and readiness includes at least 5 kinds of fire.
count 'em out:
1. conventional stick matches.
2. waterproof/coated matches
3. disposable butane lighters.
4. magnesium flint firestarter
5. 9 volt battery & steel wool (that's a thing)
6. windproof (napthol) lighter
7. road flares.
put that in your G.O.O.D. bag, and stow it, kids.
you know we rep a mayday uprising-type hard style.
and now you even know how we doo-doo it.
...with molto kinds of inflammable freshness.
*
instead of enjoying the weather,
and my rights as a toiling artmaker,
and the springtime replenishing rebirth hottness,
and the idea of easy sunday idleness,
i'm getting live on a cover-up.
yeah.
that's real.
all day long.
awwwwwwww, man.
i'm willing to bet there will not be a picnic cook-out at work, either.
sometimes,
even a double-dose of firt-word rabbitude
can't replace a properly administered devil-may-care attitude.
still,
i'm willing to bet i can infuse an anachronistic anarchistic
agent provocateur air into this day.
real mutha-funkers do real sh!t, after all.
so happy MAYDAY, my ninjas,
and good luck like a couple of hairy hares.
repeat as necessary.
today is the day,
just like every day;
never quiet, never soft.....