fuego?

duders,
apple crisp and rustic outdoor firepit freshness?
yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.

i think it's what has to happen.
i mean,
it's cold,
it's kinda windy,
it's pretty flippin' septembery,
and my ninjas are up here in full effect.
c'mon.
Hamden Warrior spirit,
and terrible decision making skills means one thing-
activation!!
that's getting expert,
and participating,
at the same exact time.
just sayin', neighbors,
we've got a half a peck of fresh-picked cortland apples,
and those b!tches are crisp as F*, son.
we've also got crawnchy caramel-type vegan goobieblops,
and all those ingredients to make it get crisp.
(that's cookie-style magic granola gayness up on top)
maybe,
we'll even drizzle a little maple syrup upside some
fakey-style whippy cream, and get totally rad?
who's coming over?
you?
her?
everybody?
on the ones, mutha-uckers,
there's bound to be a viking village-pillage-razing,
rip-roaring pit-full of thatched-roof conflagration to keep
us roasty toasty warm throughout the early frosted iciness
predicted to pounce down on our sh!t-shot seurat
dew-pointilism tonight.
that's primitive barbarism, and dessertly delights,
repping the woodsly goodness and the interactive excellence
of hanging out, breaking bread and balls, and generally
appreciating the presence of your peoples-
because too much of two different dopenesses
is exactly how much of all of it needs to really be happening.
uh-huh.
you know it's true.
***********
it's brisk and bracing,
it's effacing and embracing;
the sunday morning sunshine-and-wind combination
is one holy helluva way to pregame prepare for
the sundown showdown of rosh hashana.
yuuuuuuuuuup.
just sayin', kids;
i'll take a shot at any new year's anything,
because that's a gamble on a do-over
for this year's doo-doo buttery business.
i'm tellin' all y'all-
a brand-new go at a better one?
color me converted,
even if it's only for a sunset and a shofar-blown blast
of rabbit-rabbity enunciated renunciation,
rebooting, freebooting, and boot-knocking.
ahhhhhh.
that's no jokes, yo.
i'm ready for the new what's next,
and i'm waiting until tonight to turn it on,
and turn it up to eleven.
there will be baked goods and refreshments available
to all the worthy warrior poets who'd like to join me;
never quiet, never soft.....