'cakes.

what fixes the furious hunger of
a moon-waning werewolfen breakfast situation?
well,
there's really only the one thing, neighbors-
what?
no,
not silver bullets, dumb-dumb....
check the teleport:

uh, yeah.
panniecakes!
those slabs of sexy, syrup-slathered morning
glory fresh from the griddle were exactly
what us worthy warriors and punch-drunk poets
of real life and woodsly goodness needed to
activate our day.
and as usual,
they were totally and completely delicious.
i mean, they're cakes in a pan!
and some even had little bitty baby chocolate chips.
y'know, for kids.
expert.
and then,
as is usually the case with a strong start,
the ensuing middling middle part drizzled the b!tch sap
out of the spigot and opened the seals so that
a bunch of weak sauce F*ed our A*s right off.
thanks, secret universal plan, for your infallible sense of
making sure the sweetness is followed by brutal bitterness!!
a long hard day of all black (no grey) words and spikes
tattbombed on a bunch of duders (no hot chicks)
whilst the temperature climbed and spirits plummeted.
the going got tough, kids,
so we got it going on.
fight back?
uh-huh.
we saw the cure as clear as glass,
and that cure was spicy brown blops!
yuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
we got fat on some indian food,
outside in the sunshine,
watching the rental scooters scoot past,
and the d.u.i. license-losers doo-doo their walk-of-shame
down main street on their way to the night shift.
it's all really happening.
summer vacation season,
in a summer vacation town.
the spirits and the memories unfold, friends.
that's a thing.
expanding outward like shocking waves of ghost-powered
participation and really real gobs of the good life.
i am grateful for the time i have been given,
and for these girls who have my blood coursing through the
obstacle course inside their hot fiery furnaces.
hard times and warm hearts and cold hands, with teeth.
today and everyday;
never quiet, never soft.....