dropping.

okay,
so it's all the way autumn.
way to go.
and,
there's still a ways to go...
a syrupy saturday is seeping it's sauce along
the 24 hours assigned to it's circadian orbit.
syrupy, y'all.
that's right.
thick, slow, and contributive to tooth decay.
at least, my teeth are hurting a whole bunch,
but that's really just high-pressure sinus compression.
and that's the kind of blinding brutality
that bashes my brain right off it's own A*.
nothing creates the medicine-head murk
of a syrupy sh!t-salad like head cold action, neighbors.
the omnipresent kettledrumming of my pulse in my skull,
and the blunt force of berserker boilermaking behind my face
takes my usual snarky shark-sniping to eleven.
hard-style aggressive action verbs,
and convoluted minoan sentences,
labyrinthine in their unnavigability,
sorted and sortied at all the weak-sauce waterbabies
oozing and cruising through the woodsly goodness.
get it?
i'm a cranky-pants crab, duders.
and i'm taking it out on everyone else.
manly sickness is sapping my strength.
a masculine attack of the sniffles, my ninjas.
a heroically hirsute nasopharyngeal predisposition
towards nostril hair aches, pains, and drips.
i can taste it, kids.
and it is not good.
but if i've got to sneeze and cough and endure,
then i've got have some company.
misery loves it, after all.
so,
who is coming over to take care of me?
huh?
you're busy?
ALL of you?
dang.
now that's a hard style.
*
we've got concerts to attend, mutha-lickers.
back-to-back type jauns.
that means i'm stayin' sick for a minute.
you need rest an' sh!t to get better, i think.
oh well, duders,
it's late nights,
hard times,
wet weather,
high humidity,
and stuffy-nosed sing-a-longing for the next few...
it's what is,
and it's all really happening;
never quiet, never soft.....