short but sweet?

february, duders.
what's up?
four weeks of worthy warrior poetry,
coupled with weak-sauce waterbabyism,
and topped with a finale
of irregular and inconsistent extra time.
a temporary temporal anomaly,
a clock-shocking, watch-resetting, bedwetting
saucy sorcerous spare day.
huh?
yeah.
i'm talking about wednesday, kids.
just sayin',
it's hump day for you duders who know what's up.
but,
that's not all it is, now is it?
nope.
it's leap day, too.
and what's that all about, y'heard?
an imaginary semi-solid sometimes day???
i like it.
it's like it doesn't count.
i mean,
it's not on the calendar next year, y'know?...
which means that, like,
it's even better than a snow day.
holy crap, neighbors!
what if it IS a snow day ON leap day?!
i think that i'll sh!t my pants with potential opportunity,
anything real, and anything magical, and everything else
could probably happen on a one-two combo like that.
right?
i checked the weather report,
and it's 70% likely that infinite natural moebius loop
of berserker battle beastliness could occur.
all we'll need to activate it is some hot fire...
and lucky us, y'all,
i just bought a buttload of strike-anywhere matches.
yuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
that's a thing.
i'm down to make moves
and instigate some regrettable unforgettable memories.
it only happens for one day,
every four years.
it's almost like my conscience.
only more frequently enacted.
haha.
c'mon.
***********
it may just be the weekend for
us really real ones again already.
time slips between the fingers of grasping hands.
probably because of the arthritisy gnarliness
resulting from all the tattblasting.
for serious, my ninjas,
i could use a little rest,
even after eleven prior days off.
i managed to squeeze in a lot since i've been back home,
and all the little chores and obligations i missed
waited very very patiently for my return.
lucky me.
now,
with month's end, plus a little extra,
looming in front of me,
it's time to look towards the lions and the lambs.
yeah.
march is great if you're a kite,
it's alright if you're somewhere that spring arrives
with flowers in a proper timely manner,
and it's straight-up suckie if you're julius caesar.
get ready, or not,
but it's coming your way in just a little bitty baby minute.
but not before the free-pass of a jumping journey
across the cosmic chasms of leap day;
never quiet, never soft.....