Tuesday, June 12

sweet sixteen.

umm.
so, yeah, kids.
i'm reppin' another 'nother dose of the dopeness.
check the teleport:
spranks, again.
yuuuuuuuuup.
a way-less impressive high-noon scoople
of  berry-flavored purple sh!t,
with activated rainbow-refracted prismatic sugar-cyclinders.
it's expert, y'all.
for real.
and they're always rainbow.
i doo-doo the ones that don't look like rodent doo-doo.
because i've got a parade's worth of gay pride inside.
huh?
someday you'll find it, kids.
the rainbow connection.
for lovers, for dreamers, and, well, y'know...me.
that's the brightest spot in a brightened-out day of
impenetrably dark moods and modus operandi.
the spiritus mundi of neither the mundane nor the ethereal
have deigned to include me in today's designs.
huh?
i'm out of place, in time and space, neighbors.
just sayin',
i worked on my day off,
i tatblasted some stuff,
and i've got a date with destiny.
or maybe just a chance to hang out and eat pizza
with my good friend and coworker wayne.
dining alone gets old immediately,
and eating enough is easier with company.
the styles are hard,
and the truths are ugly.
i can't promise that tomorrow will be any better, either.
there's rain in the forecast, though,
and that's something, at least.
small joys and minor gains,
it's all really happening.
deficits and detriments and hungry skin and bones;
melancholy marrow and petrified pores,
all aching for the call to regenerate,
revive, resuscitate and rescue the sense of touch,
the sense of self,
and the sense of wonder missing these long months
from the woodsly goodness's embrace.
i can't feel it,
i can't taste it,
i just remember it all.
a ghost of a smoke ring in a circle of light,
a full moon and a new moon
and both waxing and waning slivers.
jeez,
this one took on an unexpected downturn, huh?
yep;
never quiet, never soft.....7x16

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