capricious.

soggy-bottomed rainstorm?

wet-dog smelling canine companion?

marathon insomniac werewolf transformation?

duders,

it's all really happening.

check the teleport:

motherF*ing motherF*er.

even when i manage to fall asleep before dawn,

olive the dog finds ways to brute-force herself

into disrupting my rest to take her 

on a lengthy jaunt around the woodsly goodness.

in the dark, or the breaking light, or the rain.

(the rain is particularly expert in the dark.)

now, i'm not actually an A*hole, y'all.

i understand that pooping is waaaay better outdoors, 

specifically if you're a dog. ...or that dog's owner.
i mean,
during a dream,
or even just the blissfully insensate oblivion of unconscious sleep,
the aroma of fresh turds is horrible to wake up to-

coffee? smells good.

breakfast? smells good.

your lover's hair? smells really good.

hot logs of semi-digested doo-doo? uh-uh.

so, despite my exhaustion,

i'm up and at 'em every time, 

letting nature takes it's course

through the beast's intestines, i mean.

it's all about price and payment, kids.

everything costs something.

that's real.

is a few seconds of shuteyed sleepytime worth beginning

my day with a skidmarky-marked mattress,

and a hard-style hardwood hulk-heap of steaming sh!tballs?

nope.

not for this night trading day traitor.

i'll swap the serenity of slumber for fulfilling responsibilities.

awwwwwwwwww.

real ninjas do real things.

and i do my work mutha-uckers.

and on the ones, yo?

F* this F*ing dog.

she loves to go right back under the covers 

and right back to sleep immediately after a heroic deuce droppin'
stopover in the forest she regards as her own moldering toilet.
from dropping logs to sawing 'em.

i don't have that bullish, imbecilic simplicity in my head.

so i'm still awake, neighbors.

and it's yet another 'nother morning where i've been 

a wakeful witness to the sky brightening up and over and out

from black to blue, and then to grey, and finally to rain.
***********
it's all really happening.
what it all is, however, is just a matter of perspective.
i don't know if what i'm saying is actually, indisputably what's up,
but i sure call 'em like i see 'em;
never quiet, never soft.....