baffles, buffles, blinds.

hey neighbors.
i wished for rain.
you know what that means, right?
yeah-
i don't see a cloud anywhere,
except directly over my head.
awwwwwww, man.
i've been trying new things.
like redrawing old clip-art.
sort of like this:

uh-huh.
i'm a little out of practice,
and i mean to remedy that situation.
every day i draw a bit,
every day i write a bit,
every day i chomp at the bit.
time only flows one way.
forward.
it's all going according to plan, i suppose,
even if the plan is universally secret and vast.
(i personally always keep a backup plan, just in case)
***********
the circuit is broken,
the flow is interrupted.
the energy is only moving in one direction.
time takes time,
and space requires space;
it's not a circulating current, kids;
it's a lightning-striking bolt of electricity.
it may fork,
but it still heads towards the same general area.
real talk.
the connections are interrupted,
and the lights aren't coming on.
huh?
i'm giving y'all a glimpse into the revolting
high-voltage realm of miscommunication.
be easy, ninjas-
i'm as competent and capable as ever i was,
albeit still as convoluted and cryptic as i have to be.
conversations keep catching,
not like being grasped,
but more like getting snagged...
or maybe like something virulent-
that's communicable, y'know?
i think that's irony.
keep being crippled and derailed by snags.
both obvious and unanticipated.
you see, duders,
there are two sides to discussions:
ebb and flow,
wax and wane,
give and take,
speak and listen,
explain and comprehend.
you get it?
you got it.
but what about when the same exact sh!t keeps
stalling and sabotaging the semblance of sense
being made out of sounds pronounced in sequence
to symbolize complex concepts and underlying themes?
mostly,
b!tches fight with you.
yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
obstacles, y'all.
overcome, overthrow, evolve.
i'm on that modulated frequency, frequently,
type of improvised intelligent interaction sh!t..
variable wavelengths and bandwidths and amperages
of adaptive modern combative techniques.
fight fire with lightning i always say.
i probably won't ever be understood,
but i won't stand underneath someone else, either.
side by side, or not at all-
that's the way it has to be;
never quiet, never soft.....