das it!

adios, september.
too quickly,
yet another page turns on the calendar.
the first week of fall,
the last half-empty week of the month.
time passes, time rushes,
and the minutes that matter most meander aways away.
more weekends to spend under the auspices
of a world-weary workhorse and the poetry of perpetual motion.
can't stop, won't stop,
don't stop.
it's always really happening,
working at play,
playing at work,
and swallowing globules of brown blops.
yeah!
sending off september with some indian food?
you know i need a dollop of spice
to saucify and ignite my night.
i doo-doo that pureed protein type sh!t.
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ZERO heavy industries had an informal meeting today.
as in-
i left work to get some delicious ciabatta bread,
and happened across the gang at the gun shop.
but when i say i 'happened across',
i mean i stalled for time on my break-away,
and we went over and saw the supremely sexy
new zombie training target proofs.
holy smokes, neighbors!!
they're pretty flippin' elite,
and we take delivery of 'em on the 11th.
you know it.
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as i say goodbye to the month,
i also bid a fond farewell to some more
of my rapidly dwindling follicles.
awwwwwwww, man.
when you can see the back of your own head's bald spot,
from the front,
it's time to re-assess the viability of your haircut.
right?
right.
seasonably appropriate, anyway.
my hair changes color,
it falls off.
autumn on my dome, duders,
fall on my mind,
zombies on my brain....
get ready for october, kids;
never quiet, never soft.....