wolfen acorn activation.

duders,
there's an old oak tree out behind the tin rooflines
of the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
these days, it's got a burgeoning bumper crop of
infinite potential forests and trees falling down
all around the flippin' place.
there are pieces of the sky falling,
and aside from feeding the wretched rodent population
in my immediate area,
those fertile flying fusillades are also ricocheting off of the
echo-magical, resounding, sonic-booming metal roof.
...ALL mutha-F*ing night long.
incidentally, my hellhammer hard-style terror terrier
just happens to be scared of the sounds of science being
dropped off the boughs like cradle-baby cascades.
in turn,
this leads to whining, whimpering, cringing, and being
an overall enormous pain in the A*.
...ALL mutha-F*ing night long.
add in an expert almost-full moon,
and you've got all the necessary ingredients for a full-blown
berserker barbarian battle-beast bonanza,
with flaring tempers to counteract tepid temperatures,
and a machine-gun double-bass soundtrack to lose control
and flip the F* out to.
the smelliest dog, with anxiety-triggered A* explosions,
rotting out my nostrils and clouding my vision with watery eyes
and burning skin,
while the simmering savage stormswept fury further fired-up
 my adrenaline towards untold levels of wrenched-up wrath,
worry, restlessness, and ragnarokin' viking rage.
just sayin', neighbors-
i get a little cranky on my best days,
but hot dumpster lettuce dog-farts,
squealing high-pitched haranguing  ,
and a bright bright bright light in my eyes,
and before you can say eleven,
there's a red line of insanity surging out of the seams
of this sad sorry sack of sh!t-salad that i affectionately call
each and every all-alonely nighttime here in the woodsly goodness.
awwwwwwwwwwwww.
it's all really happening, kids.
believe it.
***********
intolerably long days,
interminably long nights.
werewolfen activation,
and active participation;
never quiet, never soft.....