afterwards.

those ides of march, neighbors...
they're never all that great.
this time around, however, despite my wariness,
i gave in to world-weariness, and let 'em unfold along a seriously
cesarean pathway from within to without and back again.
those damned ides were a real sunovab!tch.
a sh!t-salad smorgasbord, in fact,
of late nights and lame business,
cramped hands, sore backs, and so many, many necktards
camouflaging their way across the normal business hours
and then some, of my sunless sunday suffering.
ew!
and it was a snow day, too.
damn, that made it an even harder style. y'know?
mmhmm.
i guess the only anythings that could've happened were all crappy things.
...and they ALL really happened.
yuck.
there was one tiny bright spot, however.
and i made it all by myself-
since i was already at work all day anyway, early and late,
i took those tiny minutes before and after the doo-doo butter of a tough
schedule full of conversationally-averse intellectually unequal adversaries,
and i busted out my crafty crap paints to finish what i'd started earlier in the week.
yep.
you can't let a stacked and stocked docket of inescapably unpleasant,
unassailably awful awkward introverted A*biscuits take over
and take up all of your time for themselves.
there has GOT to be something worthwhile tucked in there for you.
yesterday, for me,
in those small snatches of space and time that i secreted away,
it was robot skull mouse monsters.
that's right.
check the teleport:

yeah!
fleshy skulls and extra robobotronic red orbs,
that pinky squiggler of a tail,
all of that toothy grinning,
and those eyes.
it's not a feast,
it's not a treat,
but,
it IS another 'nother way i actively participate in the makey-makiness
of my own private Folk Life.
i'll maybe even make some background elements-
it depends on where my open spots and glimpses of work-UNrelated imagery
all happen to be located over this next week.
uh-huh.
there's plenty going on at the same time that all the preoccupying poop
is comandeering my attentions and attenpting to attenuate my connections
to the whole-hearted honest hottness that woodsly ghoodsly warrior poetry
is primarily composed of.
there are no good reasons to be a lazy layabout,
and as such,
i can't hang out with that, at all.
i've got moves to make,
and time to take,
and so many surfaces to mar up, mark down,
and make into so much MORE.
this is it,
and it's still happening, even right this very moment;
never quiet, never soft.....