spores and stuff,
sprouting in the hot, wet summertime,
basking in the nutrients of a wolf-moon all night long.
hey, neighbors,
yeah.
it's the end.
...of the month, i mean.
there will be no more july after today,
and we'll be leaving this last square on the calendar with a big blue mooning,
bright, tight, partially hidden from sight,
and alight with cold fiery ferocity on a hot, humid summery friday.
damn.
it's the second one this month, (which is what a blue moon is, dummy)
which means MORE berserker barbarian battle-beastliness,
this time with added tourist traffic jamming.
yikes.
nature wins,
and she's taking it into exxxtra overtime with some last-minute
werewolfen second-set encore tumescent lunar magic conjuration.
now,
the question is-
is discomfort and a short-temper ever really out of style?
i hope not,
because there's a side-game running concurrently here-
a mini-mission, even,
where infinite nature takes on rational thought,
predictably to the detriment of both...
and the overreactive animal antics of a skin-shedding scrappy-spat spitting
sh!tty storyteller are all i've got to gamble with.
mmmhmmmm.
and i'm letting the odds get even with my mathematical side,
while the probability of impossible abilities are overruling the rest.
i'm just sayin',
there's an awful lot of awfulness that comes with feeling the iron-filled effects
of a giant satellite pulling all of your bad blood to the surface,
and other than rolling the dice on just how poorly the day unfolds,
there's very little else to proactively participate in...
when the nights and says overlap with that circle of reflected false-sun,
there's an overabundance of all-wrong temperatures,
and overly illuminated evenings;
with a shortage of good time to span well, with good intentions,
within the howling hairy heartbeats that flush out all our vermin-churning ill-will
like hunting drums pumping lightning-strikes along the static-charged high-humidity
exclamations and exhalations surrounding the rhythm of each ventricular contraction
like a permanent stormcloud directly over my head......
y'know?
no?
oh.
everything is over before you know it,
the month, the moon, the day, the summer......
and even the bad parts could stand to be just a little baby bit longer,
if that means the end of all of this is farther away.
huh?
oh.
well, too much is the right amount,
and that's just the sort of thing we always enact and exact from every moment-
so when it's over,
it always seems like less than you'd like.
i'm staring at the space where my kids would be this morning,
if they weren't gone already,
and i'm i'm feeling pretty confident in my assessment of the situation.
there's never enough of any of it,
and although it's all still really happening;
here, there, and almost any-and-everywhere else,
it's be nice to get just another 'nother pinch of just a little more;
never quiet, never soft.....
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