encroaching.

the fog is creeping in.
from beyond the horizon,
like a seeping suffocation.
clouds, roiling and boiling over,
slowly and surely,
across the mountains, between the peaks,
into the trees, obscuring all that vibrance.
and with a certain curtained certainty,
blanketing the whole firmament
in a grey mulch of moisture.
y'know.
i'm just sayin', wave after wave of rainy sky
has got this friday seeming a little stale.
and it hasn't even started yet.
that's a hard style, neighbors.
getting excited seems like a non-option.
taking it out on others seems an assured outcome.
who's taking bets, kids?
i've got eleven-to-one odds on hot fire being spat
at all the tattzaps who show up for some sauce.
all flippin' day long.
and all the haters?
yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
they suckle on the brazen brass clankin' danglers.
oh, man.
the silver surfin' on waves of warrior waxing
has passed, and the aftermath of slimming slivers of moonlight
has left the werewolfen woldgeists begrudged and belligerent.
that's good news for me, really,
since an especially bellicose bent of personality
seems to be at the forefront of my forehead today.
must be the winds of war blowin' in some answers
to unasked questions about how to handle this grey, gay day.
hurt them.
that's what i keep hearing,
and i can only assume the secret universal plan is whispering
the recipe steps for hard-pounded feelings.
bruised egos and salty sentiments, y'all.
that's what's cookin', i guess.
the warrior poets are feeling a bit cranky.
and the spleen is getting the full-frontal vent exhaust,
all dang day long, from the breaka' break to the dead of night.
furnaces are firing,
boilers are boiling,
energy is being converted from matter,
and the dynamics are making lightning,
specifically for smiting,
like a mighty striking viking.
anybody need a unhealthy dose of sh!tty attitude?
'cause i got you, just sayin',
y'heard?
grumplestiltskin name-calling, my ninjas.
loud, fresh, and so hard-
banana-fana beanstalkin' fee-fi-foe-fana;
never quiet, never soft.....