one two one two

yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
it's a hot deuce sandwich, my ninjas.
a rollicking roundtrip to the A*-crack of
the diluted doo-doo butter we all
know and resent as the 'chussetts this morning,
then,
i got all over a tatblasted voyage into all-too familiar
territory this afternoon.
and finally,
a fateful journey into uncharted realms this evening.
stacked up, smacked up, and not all it's cracked up to be.
my dearest daughters have disembarked in the
shallow narrows of weak sauce and far away.
i raced back to the woodsly goodness to get poppin'
on some hard work and some hard styles,
and i successfully executed both,
with the help of some new vacationary clients-
huh?
yep.
i am resolute about being a more commanding
competent communicator.
nicely observed, duders.
it's true.
i'm representing a new era of brutal truths,
coarse and base and rough concepts,
and aggressively active participation in
one-sided group discussions.
that's a thing, son.
***********
home alone, again,
without my two best creations to
cavort and caterwaul with.
harvest and maple are being missed
by the warrior poets and berserker barbarians
of the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
neighbors,
it is just not the same without 'em.
but,
on the bright side,
when it's adults-only along the ramparts,
it's a pants optional scenario once again.
you don't want to horrify your children
by showing them just where the wild things are.
i'm serious.
without clothes,
i could pass for the one with human feet,
as long as you allow my grey hair to symbolize
those horns.
yeah.
*
i'm panning for gold like an introspective prospector.
grievous grievances picked over
and rinsed a ways away through a sieve of
expert assessment.
it's only day two of the new year, y'all.
so far,
no luck;
never quiet, never soft.....