triiiiiiibal.

sweet jesus, flippin' joseph, and mutha-mary.
the lord must have a hard heart towards
your favorite woodsly warrior poet-
it's been a nearly national geographic amount
of hard-pounded large-scale triiiii-iiii-iiiibal.
like, of late,
i'm all up on a black spike explosion.
point after point of pointy black daggers.
hours of hand-cramping.
excruciating exercises in wrist-cracking.
soul-dampening, de-vibulating thumb-destruction.
all in all, a doo-doo buttery dirge.
in black.
like my mood, after a day or two of this.
alas, my ninjas,
a grand don't come for free,
and those movie chequers expect something for something.
which means i get a little sumthin'-sumthin',
all half-solid, inky, scab-inducing, sap-zappin' tattbomb-style.
summertime vacation season, y'all.
black spikes is what real duders do
to pay for the hottness of the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
and honestly,
it's what keeps my ego from reaching a fevered pitch
of selfish self-aggrandizement, too.
too many tattbombers think they're too good for too much.
and that's usually a sure sign they aren't.
us other other ones?
we're on that grind.
grateful for what comes our way,
no matter what type of hard-style jauns it is.
moths, neighbors,
by way of a black and spiky reality.
happiness in the moment?
not nearly.
satisfaction with the long view.
you know it.
***********
yeah.
work keeps requiring work.
on molto levels of the thing.
but,
it's summer, it's hot outside all the time,
there's delicious dinner on the stove,
and leafy green goodness for eating and viewing
and smelling and enjoying right outside the windows.
mountain valley living, in the midst of,
and in spite of,
the mobbed masses of meatheaded gaytards trying
their very hardest, without even knowing it,
to awesomize this picture-perfect reality.
and by awesomize, you know i mean: RUIN.
our parade isn't gonna get rained on by any of these
weak-sauce waterbabies and cookie-cuttin' seahorses.
wordimus prime.
*
y'know what tonight is?
yuuuuuup.
sh!tty foreign horror movie night.
just like every night since the whole family abandoned us.
it's what's up.
reading while watching a movie?
.....expert.
it's two of my most favoritest things, kids.
and they're both really happening in a minute.
all of it is, really.
black spikes are still scarier, though.
true story;
never quiet, never soft.....