friday, over and over again.

there is only time,
but never enough time.
that's a thing.
the slow-motion elapse elipse,
like a racetrack of crawling, sprawling, concentric,
ripple-effect, smoke-ringed, overlapping ghost echoes.
starting and stopping and moving fast enough to seem
like it's going backwards, and then abruptly arriving
well past when you would've preferred.
high-speed time seeping?
c'mon.
it's true though.
it's friday.
again.
already.
last friday, i was in like.
this friday, i am even less so.
and in-between?
something happened.
i'm sure of it.
a whole week has whipped by,
despite each day feeling like a month.
two and a half seasons' worth of waiting,
compressed into seven days worth of working.
there is only this time.
every time.
i know i was busy doing some sh!t.
but here we are again, my ninjas.
overlaps.
ticking seconds, trickling sand, spanning shadows,
and clocks, hourglasses, and sundials recording
the counterintelligence of clockwise counting.
maybe that's the mark of merit, neighbors.
spanning time is like making moves and marking-up margins.
y'know, ninja, like profit margins.
c'mon.
adages exist because there's truth in 'em, y'all.
time is money,
and movie checks are not cheap.
less free time, and more money?
i'm sure there's a math formula that makes that make sense.
but i think somewhere in there it gets flipped around,
and there's not ever really enough of either.
i am grateful for this time i have been given.
spanning it like a worthy warrior poet is it's own reward.
***********
duders,
listen...
maybe the sun is too bright,
and i can't see clearly.
i dunno,
but something is up.
just sayin',
where are all the moths at?
no,
not the insects, you entomological lepidopterists.
i'm talking about the duders who just doo-do what they do.
just because that's their sh!t...
i think my social sphere is shrinking.
like a messed-up matryoshka,
wherein each little bitty bowling pin shaped baby
is more and more deformed.
my precious pearl of a peer group is more
like a freshwater one.
deformed,
and mostly mucous.
luster is mostly bluster, after all,
so i shouldn't be too upset.
i'm more into geodes anyway.
just as shiny, eventually,
but also pretty pointy and sharp.
and hidden.
if a ninja doesn't know what to look for,
it's likely that mutha-'ucka will miss it.
word up.
*
here's to fridays.
and here's to moths.
hear hear.
and now listen-
on the ones, duders,
i look like bark,
and i'm barking at the moon.
werewolf moon residuals, kids;
never quiet, never soft.....