spranks.

i'm wasting away.
for serious.
somewhere in these last weeks,
i slipped past slim,
and starved my way to skinny.
like,
ribs and femurs and that.
like an animate hairy skeleton that looks like
a preserved mummy of a missing link
in the chain of the developing homo sapiens
evolutionary human genome chart.
i didn't just write that, did i?
oh, yes, i did.
somewhere there's an olduvai artifact,
or a sangiran fossil,
with a striking similarity to my present state of being.
ugh.
i need some bulk to fill out my frame,
and fill in the holes and blank spots everywhere else.
it shouldn't bother me to shed unnecessary weight,
but i've lost one-hundred and two pounds,
plus whatever i don't weigh anymore, too.
but, neighbors-
don't despair.
i'm taking action.
the next step should be obvious:

sprankles, ninja.
mutlicolored sorbet seasoning,
with sparkly, sorcerous rainbow-spectrum sugar
on raspberry syrup-water ice magic.
yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
sticky fingers and brain freezes and sugar rush crashes.
that'll fix whatever's wrong, right?
of course it will.
 ***********
who are we kidding, duders?
i'm just not feelin' it.
what?
i'm not feelin' IT.
the interconnectedness of these
overlapping concentric circles
of spirit and memory.
the idealogical framework of the
secret universal plan.
or any kind of plan whatsoever, even.
uh-huh.
ninjas,
i'm getting more of a resonance on that first stanza
of the second coming type of sh!t.
it's yeats, A*holes.
look it up.
(seriously, though, i'm not asking: look it up)
i'm thinking it's more a random spattering of
cosmic dust and debris over here,
and maybe more over there,
with good and bad luck F*ing off in the middle,
y'know?
awwwwwww, MAN!
i thought that the back-ups and contingencies
of woodsly goodness and that fresh-to-death,
from now-unto-death-do-us-part-type sh!t
would've activated some sort of failsafe protocol.
...nope.
it's a chaotic suckballs sh!t-salad smearface,
and i think i've made it safe to fail, instead.
there's a fifty-fifty fallout of functional dysfunction
and disjointed joint efforts and effortlessness.
what does that even mean?
it means that whatever the big picture is,
i sure as heckfire can't see it for the overwhelming details.
and it's spreading-
at least we can agree we get a choice.
right?
if it's our true story in the telling,
and our real life in the living,
and our magic moves in the making,
and we're clearly being antagonized proactive participants,
(main mutha-ucking characters, y'heard?)
who do we want to be?
the lonely laird of his own family feudal futility,
the abandoned baron of barren inauspiciousness,
(c'mon- those're pretty good)
OR,
the barbarian battle bard of worthy warrior poetry?
don't even hesitate.
we all know what's up;
never quiet, never soft.....111