full.

sleeping is dumb.
at least,
that's what i'm telling myself this morning.
sure,
i'm feeling more than just a little worn out.
but that's what happens when the night sky is aglow
with raging blood-iron magnetism
and really,
the results of that metallic skin-crawling and shapeshifting-
which is to say,
all of the motormouthed wild animal-type berserker careening that
i did through my entire yesterday probably didn't help much, either.
that's a thing.
sometimes,
despite the woodsly goodness being full of necktard lumberjack-offs,
there's no goodly woodsman to save us.
awwwwwww.
what big eyes i have,
the better to see this silvereed circle,
the better to squinky squint out an evil-see-ball scowl,
the better to narrow and nettle and needle and glare and stare with.
what big teeth i have,
inside this severe and thin-lipped  laceration i call a mouth-
the better to bite necks and pronounce profanity,
the better to off-key wassail and howl and shout and snarl with.
what big ears i have,
too bad i'm not listening to anything but my pulse banging along
at a breakneck rhythm inside my head,
drowning out all but the wardrums and thunderclaps of animal instinct.
what big hands i have,
i've got the whole world in 'em, sometimes,
and they've got teeth as big as the ones in my face.
the better to kiss and slap,
to caress and crush,
to shape and destroy,
to hold and harm,
and all sorts of other other good-and-bad-touch times.
yikes!
werewolf jauns burst out, flip out, freak out, turn out,
and generally go berserk and barbaric and all that sort of stuff.
i'm sayin',
full moons just don't give a sh!t, neighbors.
teleport:

it's not easy.
i mean, when is it ever?
but really,
the reign of unrestrained and free-reined battle-beast business
means saying a lot of things, at volume;
and doing a lot of things, so hard;
and spiraling outwards and upwards in a corkscrew dervish tornado.
and that's fresh.
*
so,
anyway,
sleeping is dumb.
that's real.
and the moon remains a prominent feature above me.
regardless,
there's rain scheduled to dim the lights,
and dampen the dosage of skyfallen ferocity.
that's for the best, i'll bet,
since another 'nother day and night of raging stormswept gypsy jauns
can't be good for my constitution.
really,
shedding my skin,
and shredding my self-image and self-worth
into scraps and shards of gnashed-tooth-and-nail beast bullsh!t
makes for longer than ever nights,
and harder than ever styles.
that's What Is today,
and today is the day, kids.
all the better to eat you with, an' that;
never quiet, never soft.....