the last day.

this is it.
the last day of july.
already.
time flies away,
like a scared bird.
and usually,
scared little birds drop a puddle of poop
right before they take off.
yeah.
that seems about right.
*
tomorrow marks some anniversary-type jauns.
that's real.
it's also the day we all call out our echoing excellence.
y'know,
with the bunnies an' that.
august.
an august august, even.
hours away from the beginning of the end-
of tourist season,
of long-lasting daylight,
and of the massive movie check teleport checking.
i'm excited and i'm ready.
for everything and anything.
all at once.
we've even got our buddy shane sleeping over.
uh-huh.
weiner shane.
that's a thing.
it's slumber party time.
and i'm just sayin',
he'd better remember to say the magical
magic words to ring in the syllabic celebration of
the month's first mantra,
or he's gettin' booted before tea 'n' toast.
we'll see.
ringing out the wet-wick wringing julyness,
and pealing in the appealing augustitude.
rock the bells, b!tches.
oh, c'mon.
it's all really happening.
that's the whole entire point;
never quiet, never soft.....