where'd i go, again?

bike week kills my mood.

the screaming straight-piped exhausts exhaust me.

the sounds of what happens when you suck surround me,

and the main roads are near enough to allow the howl of

a line of leathery leather-clad louts and lumps to lurch through

the length of the woodsly goodness like an uncoiling rope

that's been soaked in stupidity, and affixed with a megaphone,

so that NObody could possibly miss the message:

we are A*-holes, and this is OUR time.

ew.

so, neighbors,

i have to tell you-

i wasn't at all disappointed to have to travel south for a few.

mmhmmm.

connecticut is pretty weak, on the whole,

but this week,

new hampshire is chock full of d!ckturds and the women who love them.

instead of suffering through the sights, sounds, and smells 

of a dirty dynaglide softtail heritage knuckleheaded douchesplosion,

i watched my youngest daughter be promoted to high school.

F*.

i have two high school girls now.

hard styles don't care about where or when, apparently-

the timeline unfolds regardless of the number of wheels,

or the preferences of parents.

....just ask my parents.

i'm sure they're chuckling to themselves,

now that their own worthy hamden warrior poet 

has got a heaping helping of teen spirit of his own making this time around.

...yeah.

circles.

spirit and memory, overlapping and intersecting,

and repeating, over and over and over.

check the teleport:

y'know?

two terribly different little duders,

who both reflect two distinctly activated aspects of my own infinite nature.

damn.

we do what we do,

and it seems to be what we've always done,

with or without us and them.....

i s'pose that's what becomes of me and mine,

recreating theirs and ours,

and navigating the circumference of a cycle that repeats itself forever and ever.

i have two terrific kids, y'all.

i am grateful for the time i have been given with them,

and for the spaces we occupy, and the blanks we fill in.

it's all really happening,

and i couldn't ask for a better pair of punk-A* little jerks to span it with.

don't think that missing out on the middling mealy-mouthed mewling motorcycle 

mince-fest in the mountains wouldn't have been reason enough,

but,

the time i spend with these guys is better than anything and everything else.

early father's day, in a way, is what we made for ourselves.

when a group of gregarious barbarians gang up for a day of doing suff,

family togetherness gets pretty flippin' expert.

that's a thing;

never quiet, never soft.....