see you in september.

goodbye august.
i'm glad you're over and done with,
mutha-F*er, you've been pretty flippin' awful.
but,
i'm still awfully glad we're sending you off
with a shiny silver glitterball glowing in the sky
to mark your passing into the flipped over
and past-date pages of my calendar;
i love that lycanthropic lunar lamp blazing like a beacon,
taking us safely into the future...
a sh!t-hot cold light in the nighttime to watch you leave by;
a hard-style lighthouse to lead you safely past the shoals,
a burly barbarian blue moon to pull up the tides,
turn 'em around,
and rout and shout and flout our way towards doubling down
on doubly-full double-lunar au revoir activation.
and here i was, wondering what the F* was going on.
turns out,
it's those nutrients, kids.
shedding skins and absorbing redirected and infused diffuse
rays bounced off of and tainted by that cheesy wheel
swollen and seeping right above us.
i mean,
MORE full moons is definitely better than NO full moons.
for sure.
nature has a schedule.
and it's very, very big, very full, and very busy.
with no room for errors,
only accidents, happy and otherwise.
where does august fit into that slated and scheduled scheme?
on the tail-end trail of inconvenience,
and the top of the list for ceasing and desisting.
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who is the skinniest one?
i think it might be me.
my choice of slimming colors
and cuts of cloth don't help much, either.
check the teleport, more of less, more or less:

so that's what's up.
stilts and sticks and spaghetti noodle spindles.
that's for all you ninjas i never see anymore.
it's okay, right,
you aren't missing much,
because there's not much left of me to see.
awwwwwwwwwwwwww, man.
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neighbors,
did any of you look at the magnificent monster eye
stink-winking it's reflected luminescence back at us,
scrutinizing and sizing up the scenes behind the scenes
from that third-person omniscient perspective?
just sayin',
the wolf sight is in effect.
i know you feel it too, neighbors.
i'm bringing shotguns with me today,
and i'm blasting big blocks of heavy metal with soft lead balls.
berserker fury and pump-action hard pounding.
short gains, and twenty one gun salutes.
...and they danced by the light of the moon;
never quiet, never soft.....