the fall.

so after sword-swallowing an entire pizza pie
in a newspaper roll-up dinner reality,
i trembled away the evening in the tooth shattering cold.
tooth shattering?
i think so.
i mean,
that's kind of a real thing...
in fact,
i also has a missing piece of molar reactivated earlier in the day.
now,
it's possible i was grinding my teeth with holiday cheer,
and the enamel in my head couldn't handle it,
or, as is more likely,
the crown of my dented dental surface
emulated my hopes and dreams,
and just plain ol' gave the F* up.
awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, man.
either way,
i had to visit the dentist and repair my head.
mission accomplished, duders.
all the better to demolish that 'zza with, y'heard?!
yeah.
***********
today's the last day, duders.
of fall.
of my having single-digit-aged children.
of pre-holiday woodsly goodness participation.
yeah.
from here on out,
it's hard times and hard styles in hard-headed hard-hearted
weak sauce central.
uh-huh.
...connecticut.
the heavy-handed XI-mas family tolerance experiment.
who will throw me out first?
i'm taking bets,
and giving pretty respectable odds.
since our yearly dutiful pilgrimage to the land of doo-doo butter
began all those years ago,
it's been less and less like where i'm from, friends.
i hardly recognize the place, even.
and the densely populated,
heavily trafficked,
inconveniently congested and infested,
urban sprawling desolation of devastated constitution stateliness
is playing host to the berserker barbarian homecoming
road warrior poetry slam competition.
and i'm seein' everybody, too.
criss-crossing the state in an effort to maximize
the watering and pruning and fertilizing
roots and limbs to a whole flippin' grove of family trees.
everybody, neighbors.
big and small, tall and short, old and young,
every-single-mutha-F*ing-body.
if we don't hang out,
it's probably because you aren't somebody.
OH SH!T!!
i'm not serious,
except kinda.
hard. loud. fresh. happening.
happy last day of autumn, my ninjas;
never quiet, never soft.....