low resolution.

duders,
i blew it.
i wished the whole damn family a happy new year,
and forwent my usual magic mantra.
i'm serious.
rabbit, rabbit?
sure,
i said it out of habit when i cracked open my eyes
at the A*-crack of dawn,
but it sure as sh!t wasn't the first thing erupting
from inside my face as the clock hands
pointed skyward in tandem towards the future.
awwwwwwwwwwww, man.
who's ringing in the new year on the wrong foot?
nope...it's not me, sucka muthas-
i've got the right foot stashed in a glass box.
oh, c'mon.
word up, neighbors,
it's 2012.
the first day.
the first shot.
the big resolution solution,
or as we refer to that sort of thing up here
in the willpowered powerful woodsly goodness:
decree day.
uh-huh.
unless you're the pinnacle of perfection,
or the predictable poor-performer,
you know you could probably be a little teeny tiny bit
more EXPERT.
y'know,
louder, harder, fresher,
more stormswept, more savage,
berserkerer, even,
and participating more actively.
i know i'm ready to take 12 to eleven.
it's all about positive progress, i guess.
like what?
how about like a material fast for the month of january?!
that's right.
spending freeze in F*ing full effect.
food and fuel are the only acceptable expenses.
ninjas,
i'm on that responsible adulthood action,
and that fiscal fortitude and financial ferocity.
not for nothing, kids,
but i'm staring 36 grizzled years in a row
right in the crow-footed laugh-lined careworn face.
the future is right now,
and i need those mutha-b!tchin' movie checks to activate.
recognize.
decreed.
*
i wish i could tell y'all about the big action.
y'know,
some kind of intimate inuendo about the really realness.
instead,
i'll just hit you dirty duders off a little hard-hearted hottness:

chocolate coconut creme pie, with whipped blops on top.
that's all there is.
shark-gluttonous dessert and sleeping an extra two minutes.
no fireworks,
no explosions.
just this worthy Folk Life.
a new year,
the same old routines.
it's always happening,
it's never not.
it's the last night of vacation with harvest and maple,
it's the first day of the next time.
concentric circles,
concentrated cycles,
hard flippin' styles;
never quiet, never soft.....