dissolution.

this is only supposed to be the end of the month.
it may just be the end.....
luckily,
we've got one more day to
properly send off the second page
on our calendars.
good thing, too-
i don't know how well that rabbit rabbit sh!t will
work on the march madness of a complete
and total devastating breakdown of worthy warrior poetry.
what?
don't worry about it, neighbors.
real life always knows how to assist nature in winning.
leap day had better be dope, duders,
because today sucked balls.
hard;
never quiet, never soft.....

update 2016:
four years later,
one full leap into the future,
and nothing is easier,
although there is so much more of all of it.
life is harder now,
and the days and nights are both implausibly longer-
i've replaced what i lost,
and then some,
except for true believing.
i don't think that comes back.
i see things differently,
and the half-empty side, concave, or convex, but not complex,
is the predominant lens-framed flare of light,
or dark, more aptly,
that i'm focused on.
it's still all really happening,
..... even if this is lost in the archives forever and ever-
that's fitting,
because so was everything else.