the fullness.

my legs are lookin' more double-jointed
than their usual knock-kneed spindle-type jauns.
what?
yeah,
they're not extra-bendy, at all,
in fact,
they aren't even very bendy whatsoever-
they're actually pretty sore from all yesterday's yard labors;
it just feels like i've got an extra spring-piston angle in 'em-
as if i'm on my tippy-top toes an' that.
that's hind leg transformation, y'all.
y'know,
like anthropomorphic lycanthropy,
that perfect blend of canis lupus and homo sapiens-
c'mon, neighbors!
werewolves have that extra 'nother other sh!t.
all the better to run around all naked under the
swollen pop-outtie pearl beaming it's beatific refracted
activation down on all the battle-beasts below.
okay,
so maybe there's not an extra bend,
but my clod-hoppin' clown-sized flippers
are feeling a lot more bestial today.
and that's surely because today is the day, duders,
and moreover,
tonight is the night to get EXPERT with the nutrients
of that polarity magnetized hair-growth,
and fearsome, feral, full moon howlin' wolf fury.
remember your grandma?
yuuuuuuuuuuuup.
if you make it to the woodsly goodness tonight,
don't get confused by these great big eyes,
ears and mutha-flippin' tombstone teeth, friends....
all the better to go to eleven with.
and remember,
there're no goodly woodsmen waiting around to save your A*.
fact.
*
the november blues,
under stormclouds,
covering that special blue light whitebulb in the sky.
figures it'll rain away the best moon this month.
that's really weak sauce.
that's pure november, my ninjas.
the weakest sauce, indeed.
***********
it's back to work again, y'all.
after working all weekend.
i've got a tall stack of new nerd books,
i've got a bunch of groceries that need cookin',
i've got a whole yard about to get re-covered
in rainfall-dropped thick, slick, heavy oak leaves.
duders,
those oak mutha-'uckas are no joke.
on the real,
every other kind of leaf crinkles up and disintegrates,
but these mighty red and white jauns over here?
cardboard boxes couldn't withstand the elements
nearly half as heartily as the brown carpet litter
all over our mountainous meadows.
the least dope color changing atumn shedders
are the hardest-style decomposers in the forest.
it's their tannins an' sh!t, yo.
that's what causes them to rep that deep leathery hue,
and what lets oak leaves produce such voluminous,
heavy smoke when burned.
i'm on that hot fire fog creation action, tonight, my ninjas..
full moon rainy leafpile bonfires?
dopeness.
that's all four elements, at the same time.
that's woodsly F*ing goodness,
and that's what's really happening;
never quiet, never soft.....