forgetful.

i always feel like there's something
i'm supposed to remember today.
umm.
it'll come to me.
give me a second.
in the meantime,
it's the weekend for worthy warriors
in the woodsly goodness's chill embrace.
there are cold shoulders and icy stares abounding
and resounding off the rocky crags and sheer cliffs
of this mountainous vale of valuable monotony.
uh, yeah.
that's a thing.
there have been days of this, duders.
of this sequential inconsequence,
this irrelevant reverence for revenants.
you know about that?
ghost circle smoke rings of spirit and memory
fading and degrading as they spread out
and expand across space and time, ninjas.
it's all really happening,
but it isn't making any difference.
just sayin',
there's a to-do list so long
it's become a couldn't-possibly list.
and that's a helluva hard style,
what with winter well on it's way to the heartless hearths
of the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress, y'heard?
it's a good damn thing i spit hot fire,
because there's very little hottness,
and even fewer scraps of kindling in the great big,
cavernously empty woodshed.
wait?
whaaaaaaat?!
no wood in the goodness?
is that even real?
oh, it's real, mutha-lickers,
don't you even worry your little bitty baby heads about that.
words bring little warmth.
and actions only serve to shout a bit louder,
and generate a degree or two of heat
but only up until the fuel exhausts itself as we exhaust ourselves.
awwwwwwww, man.
believe it.
*
freezing, frozen, frosty, fresh.
there's a combination that unlocks the future,
but there's also an equal and opposite solution that seals
us up in glacial immobilarity.
(that's a wu-TANG word, relax)
if only i could remember what i said i'd never forget.
jeez.
ah well,
i've got to remember to remember to forget you forgot me;
never quiet, never soft.....