chappy goat.

i've been getting a little sketchy lately.
for serious:

c'mon.
ham-hand-headed tooth anthro-homo animal.
yeah.
and that's not all.
teleport:

capricornus, kids.
the sea-goat.
the penultimate non-belonger.
i found a sketchbook, neighbors.
and bluish pencil.
and i remembered a little something-
i used to make that arthur happen.
and it turns out,
i even sorta remember how to.
at least,
with a little practice,
it's all coming back to me.
the sun is out,
the temperature is warm,
and i'm wasting it and whiling away
whilst waylaying and laying waste on
some blank white rectangular slices of pages
with blue pencil editorial marky-marking.
sometimes,
you have to doo-doo that sh!t, duders.
for old times' sake or somethin'.
i guess the F*, ninjas.
*
creating,
as a last ditch defiant doodled death threat
to november.
today is the day, kids.
the last day.
november can officially suck my balls,
like a minky, mincey, meek, mutha-lickin' 'uckhole.
that's word.
where you at, december?
i'm waiting;
never quiet, never soft.....