oh, snap.

it's so wet and rainy and busted outside
that water is spreading everywhere.
it's seeping out of the soil,
it's turning pastures into ponds,
it's making the driest ditch into the muddiest stream.
and with this advancing liquid frontier
comes advancing semi-aquatic reptiles.
what's that, neighbors?
wild life.
check the battle-beast battle-tank turtle sh!t:

yeah!
this duder was just hanging out alongside the road,
watching traffic splash through deep puddles.
it wasn't really concerned when i got all up in it's face.
no snapping or even really retracting into it's houseback bowl.
i guess it cold tell that we're two pieces of a bigger picture.
no,
not some greater universal synchronicity between all living things.
c'mon.
what are you?
a hypersensitive diaper-baby of weak-sauce feel-goodery?
stop that.
i'm sayin' real ninjas recognize real.
y'heard?
face-biting brutality knows when it's made a friend.
i'm just sayin',
animals have weird senses and sh!t, y'all.
they can tell important stuff with their instincts or whatever.
(it's because they can't talk, i think)
anyway,
we hung out for a minute.
and i got even closer.
F* a zoom function, yo.
i get up in faces, for your faces:

yuuuuuuuuuuuup.
snapping turtles are dope.
even when they're far from where water usually lives,
but close to it's vanguard of surface tension and saturated soil.
hobos who know that heart and home reside in the same place:
in an armored fortress on their back.
a burden and a sanctuary, a comfort and an onus,
in the same place at the same time,
carried with them wherever they go.
portable countries.
sovereign satellites,
sluggishly sauntering from one wet hole to another.
it doesn't sound so bad, does it?
the rain brings the thunder,
and vice versa.
it brings life,
it ruins it, too.
i mean it.
tell those flooded fields how good water is,
and i bet they'd tell you to suck balls if they could.
the remainder brings that wild life.
it's all really happening,
wetly landing in newly marked marshes along the
pathways and former roadways turned watercourses
of the mountainous mudbogs of the woodsly goodness.
***********
i don't get it, kids.
for real.
i thought we were living in the future.
right?
so,
what's up with dwelling on the past?
yeah.
yesterday was terrible.
just like every day.
but today is THE day, y'heard me?
just like every day.
i can't make yesterday more dope than it was,
and neither can you.
acknowledge it, learn something, and move on.
that's the preferred poetic pathway to acceptance,
which, in turn, segues into expert activation.
today, duders.
that's what's up.
cloudy, cold, full of bloodsuckers on the wing.
it's sort of like yesterday,
but it's NOT.
another chance to go to eleven,
to choose the wrench,
to hump a beehive,
whatever.
today, friends;
never quiet, never soft.....