pizza!

oh, man!
connecticut has got some good flippin' pizza.
it's like a consolation prize for sucking so hard
in every other way.
that flat crust, thin and crispy, crucial hottness.
the oily, grease-pit italian atmosphere.
the foxon park sodas.
if nothing else goes past ten in the whole state,
that tomatoey treat certainly goes to eleven...
did we eat pizza?
did we eat pizza?!?
c'mon.
what are we?
minky, mecky waterbabyish A*-holes?
no way.
so after an afternoon of eating,
we shark-glutton mowed our way
through a second family get-it-together-
and a whole tableful of pizza pies.
don't stop moving,
don't stop eating.
that's the way it works.
*
duders,
my wifey is the best one.
just sayin'.
we spent most of yesterday with her dad.
and a whole other other group of her relations, too.
yeah.
i mean, father's day was on, for sure,
but she threw a top-secret 70th berfday
family extravaganza, ninjas.
after in-absentia long distance preparations,
it all went off without a hitch.
dopeness, like EXPERTs, even.
***********
now,
it's still our weekend,
after the weekend,
and we're back where we belong,
stronger for the task of surviving connecticut again.
it's like a flu shot of traffic, sprawl, filth, and lameness.
i can't tolerate any of it any more,
but i sure am grateful to be home.
that said,
i gotta give shout-outs to my ma, neighbors.
sourdough bread and irish breakfast tea,
along with soymilk and vegan butters were
all up in the house.
T-'n'-T breakfast made waking up in
my old bedroom a little less disturbing.
it's a good thing there're worthy warrior valkyries
in my life, mutha-uckas.
strong women, an' that,
make for strong sons.
*
woodsly goodness,
i'm back.
let the really-realness recommence;
never quiet, never soft.....