snowblind and shortsighted.

oh, yeah.
it actually IS wintertime isn't it?.
i mean,
it hardly seemed much like it,
but now, all of a sudden,
we're on that hexed and vexed sexy hexagonal
falling-crystal lofty ice jauns.
yeah.
and that's cool, duders-
we needed a fresh topcoat of noise-deadening
whitewash waterblankets to reactivate
the pure and freshly driven dopeness an' that.
expert woodsly goodfellow visualization requires a healthy
layer of frozen woodsly goodness.
a whiteout winter explosion of nature and victory
is exactly the kind of energizing force that charges
up the lightning-striking viking stormswept berserker sixth-sense.
just sayin', y'all-
it doesn't operate correctly when you can
see anything in front of your face, neighbors.
you not supposed to use your eyes,
you're supposed to use your nutrient-detectors.
those secret universal planagram-attuned tuning forks
all up inside your worthy warrior brains an' that-
don't think, just feel,
and then flip out and axe chop sh!t all over the F*ing place.
oh, c'mon.
that's a thing,
and you know it.
today is one hell of a day for flipping the F* out.
it's a perfect winter's day, duders.
cold and busted and dangerous and really happening
as hard as it's cold little tendrils can force their way
into the cracks and crevices of What Is.
it's thor's day.
it's a stormy day.
it's no random chance that hugin and munin,
and some third raven,
are all hanging out in my backyard.
thought, memory, and spirit, kids.
we GOT they.
***********
bundled up and trundled about,
it's the way things have to be up here in the mountains.
we're wrapped in extra layers,
and we're on our way to work.
bad weather brings out the worst of the belligerent
redneck trucktards and their awesome ideas.
i can be sure to have plenty of work,
and little reward beyond those movie checks, yo.
social interaction in a snowstorm?
sorry about your F*ing faces, folks-
berserker raging savage snowstormswept fury
if the only thing on the docket as an action item for
today's grit-grimy dirty doo-dooings.
i've got a scarf, and i've got a hatchet.
whatever's coming down the line,
i'm ready, and waiting...
...in ambuscade;
never quiet, never soft.....