cloudworks.

atmospheric filthiness.
after one and a half explosions in the sky,
accompanied by rain and lightning,
as ma nature and the woodsly goodness
cooperated in concert with the concert
that competed for sound superiority
against thunder and that,
the fireworks were rendered all but invisible
by the smoke that had nowhere to go.
a smog cloud obscured the 'works,
a thundercloud obscured the moon,
and a crowd of rowdy 'mericans obscured
the fun parts of going to the village green
for a festive symbolic celebration of berfday hottness.
awwwwwwwwwww, man!
hard-styles, y'all.
they happen.
so,
getting soaked and choked on sulfuric stink
and sitting in the soggy saturated suckiness
was a small price to pay to sort of see some
'splosions as nebulous space-battle bursts from
deep within the milky mess of afterburst.
and the finale? more like finally...over!
rain wasn't going to stop us, though,
just dampen our spirit of '76 into a mushy mass of
middling enthusiasm and clammy skin.
but if the show goes on, the spectators show up.
that's what's up.
***********
it wasn't just wet nights and sweaty crowds.
neighbors,
i rarely let predictably weak-sauce win.
so,
as a preemptive counterattack to counteract the aftereffects,
this happened too-
teleport:

yum.
quadruple chocolate creme pie,
with vanilla oh-snap cookie crumble crust?
a dollopy blop of pretend whipped-type soybean cream?
heck yes, duders.
i outdid myself with the smooth, dreamlike consistency,
and the crunchy firm beige layer of bottom-most big action.
i can bake like nobody's business, b!tches.
no foolin'.
*
when the hot fire burns like an eternal flame
inside a normally hard heart,
when the sang-froid is set to boiling inside the fiery furnace,
and the hot-blooded lava of lust and passion
permeates the pipes and pumps of a warrior poet's being,
just how does one demote oneself to the tepid position
of friend?
since when is lukewarm the same as the hottness, ninjas?
just sayin'- what the F* is lukewarm?
settling?
quitting?
indifferent better-than-nothingness?
i sure as sh!t don't know how it happens.
i DO know everything costs something,
and that's a price tag beyond my pay grade, y'all.
...
documenting real life when it feels surreal?
it's all really happening.
disconnected, detached, drifting, dreamlike-
nature wins, but still we keep fighting it;
never quiet, never soft.....