where'd i go?

no, really, neighbors,
where HAVE i been?
well,
with more and more work to do,
by which i mean laborious and tedious and tiresome,
and less and less time to do it,
by which i mean fast-forward progression into the future
with nearly no pauses, pit stops, nor page breaks
in between sleep-wake-cycles,
and, just for added difficulty and a higher score,
there's a full F*ing moon making sleep and sense and sensibility
all almost impossible all at once, for days in a row.....
that's where the heck i've been.
my champion battle beast bloodlines may have been diluted over decades,
but the blood will out every time,
and nature always wins.
yup.
so i've been snappish, and savage, and (rain)stormswept,
and roaming and raging and roving the woodsly goodsly hills and valleys
in a full-blown full moon werewolfen berserker fury.
in addition,
an indomitable and defiant work ethic,
and a textbook capitalist love affair with those greenbacked moviechecks
have kept me busier than busy,
and beat up by sleepless bright-lighted nights,
long, unfriendly hard-style days,
and smoky, skin-crawling chills from unseasonably low temperatures
at every single moment in between.
i've got a job to do,
and it gets harder and harder and more exhausting every day,
shut out, and tucked away, unwelcome, but somehow, still relied upon.
what?
oh.
that's a thing.
y'gotta ask yourself:
in the face of spoiled diaperbabies,
entitled d!ckturds,
demanding yet impoverished and uninformed doodieholes,
and a stern set of frowning-faced contrapositive counterproductive cohorts,
what would hank rearden do?
....
MORE.
^that's always the answer.
it's a grumpy prospect, and it's a rotten deal,
but there's work to be done,
and money to make,
and what level is there to take it to, if not eleven?
i mean, c'mon, guys-
rules is rules.
even when it's all a sh!t-salad sandwich,
there's something to be said for the biggest and burliest,
stinkiest, and highest-piled one.
.....work has been tough, is my point,
and it only gets tougher.
maybe i'd feel better about it after a good night's sleep...
except, what the F* is sleep?
naw, man,
when the sky is full of big ol' round shining moon mayhem,
there's no chance of that.
it's too cold,
and too bright,
and there's magnetic frequencies transmitting short-circuit hotwiring
directly into my lobes,
and i don't mean the satellite dishes in my ears, either, duders.
i'm talking about the bad brains, and the brainwaves,
being rerouted by lunatic lasers from outer space,
within the greater gravitational gyre of two revolving spheres.
word up.
there's pushing, pulling, and punching, all from invisible emanations
creating sensations and undulations within my skull.
i think these wolfman jauns i'm undergoing get harder to resist
with each successive session of late nightlight-therapy.
i still fight it, because i can't help myself.
i mean,
c'mon.
i don't want to be a furious ranting and raving yeller.....
so when it happens,
and it always happens eventually,
remember that i really fought the good fight against fighting.
mmmhmmmm.
************
i've frozen my face off through the first few days of june.
it really feels a whole lot like early spring,
rather than almost summer.
i s'pose there's something to it, however.
cold hearts, and cold feet, to go with blue lips, blue feelings,
and the blue light specialties of a woodsly mountain moon monsoon.
it's all really happening.
it's tough, and i'm sure there's a secret universal balance sheet
making the necessary credits and debits.
i don't mind paying,
but i cannot help but wonder what i'm earning;
never quiet, never soft.....