full mooning.

neighbors,
it's pullin' on my brains.
for really real, y'all.
this full moon misery and magic
is keeping me awake and away,
all night and day.
i'm sayin', my ninjas,
i slept so little,
so fitfully,
so restlessly,
so recklessly, even,
that i got out and about early-shirley enough
to do some handy-manliness around the Fortress.
yeah.
i even mowed the lawn.
hard workin' yard workin' before a day of tattbombin'?
something is seriously amiss with the natural order.
circadian cycles are skewed,
and the weeble-wobbling warped symmetry is playing
hard-style games of pounding with my night times.
plus,
the drop-off is here in flippin' full effect, mutha-F*ers.
post-summertime anti-vacationary movie check morass,
and monday molasses-A* slowdown suckiness.....
y'heard?
sitting still under the magnetic nudges of lunar misanthropy?
werewolfen loco-lobo-rococo baroqueback mountain mayhem?
uh-uh.
no chance.
fidgety digits, like one and one,
twin towers of upright, spearpoint, lance-a-lot, likely-as-not,
spirited memorial limit-pushing eleven-ness.....son! 
taking it past ten to the realm of berserker barbarism,
in the name of expressive savage stormswept gypsy hot fire,
under the blue-limned glowing mountainous woodsly goodness.
shapeshifting into high gear,
without the benefit of neutral or reverse,
because there's no turning back,
unless you make a three-point turn turned field goal for the win.
got that?
no?
could be because i'm speaking in tongues,
and you're trying to read lips-
all pucker, no flavor.
you might be doo-dooing it wrong,
but tonight's the night,
and the skin-shedding padded-feet are a-prowling,
and the lungfuls of crisp pre-autumn air
are being loudly, proudly exhaled in howls.
it's all really happening;
never quiet, never soft.....