wotan.

odin gave up his eye

for knowledge of the runes, y'all.

he also hung upside down from a tree

for a whole bunch of time,

until the meaning was made clear to him.

it was the gift of language.

communication.

explanation, description, understanding.

an eye, neighbors.

and a bloodrushing swollen heavy head,

the ultimate double dose of dizzy spells

and built-to-spills,

all in order to flippin' see clearly.

now that's some sh!t.

and here i was,

thinking that writing isn't always that easy.

awwwwwwwwwwww.

try going half blind to receive the information

in the mutha-b!tching first place.

ouch.

but,
the up-shot is that you DO get
a day of the week named after you,
or at least your saxon incarnation, anyway.
that's not so bad, i guess.
***********
get ready, minnesota.
you've got a batch of about sixty hours
of all-the-way live albie rock show thunder
headed directly at your faces.
yuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
a short-and-sweet-and-sour whirlwind
a tornado of visitation and activation,
starting cinco de mayo,
as in, casa de papa anniversario supremo,
and lasting through the belated mayday parade,
onward into a day of big fun louderhorn
togetherness and busy businesstime discussion,
and i'll be back before the milk has curdled, kids.
i'm expecting fancy sushi, mexican magic,
and a responsible nurse-shark gluttony amount
of all the calorie counting rawfulness in-between.
you've gotten your heads up.
now get ready;
never quiet, never soft.....