my well-formulated carefully-considered best-laid whole life's plan was cancelled.
damn,
time surely does fly, neighbors,
even without the having of much fun.
no joke.
so,
four sleepless years later,
we're already here again,
hovering on the precipice of a leap day.
under the premise of time-traveling into the ephemera to solidify something more-
we're cultivating an extra revolution,
we've entered a bonus round,
there's a 'nother score plus four hours to bring into balance
the grafted craftwork graph of time and space we call the calendar.
i ca hardly account for the term in between jumps.
so much hard work,
and so many missing pieces,
all collected, collated, cataloged,
just to be reassembled at great cost, all so i could resume the black-handed path
of the warrior poet as a self-made and repurposed person.
wow.
so,
i've replaced and replenished what up and left, or faded out afterwards...
except for friends.
awwww, man.
that part, it turns out, was never ever going to be my strong suit.
i've got rules on rules on rules to qualify and quantify
and name the nameless as either dopeness,
or that which needs must F* right off.
the problem with high standards is that you can clearly define what's good,
and everything else.
it would seem that with that knowledge and the will to abide by it,
hermiting away in the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress,
with just my bright-eyed ampy-d,
and our squinky-eyed shark-bullet bombardier crabtree,
is to be my lot as the blueprints come back into focus.
guys,
that's personal information, in it's own way,
but i don't keep secrets about myself.
truth telling is the style i rep the hardest,
and it's the hardest style to represent in the first place.
i'm ready to leap into the future, once the event horizon is breached.
in the meantime,
i'd like to make more art.
huh?
no.
i mean it.
i do a whole lot of baking, and cooking, and a holy sh!tton of tattzappin',
plus,
a linear megamarathon of dog walking,
and a fair length of lap-wrapping driving through the woodsly goodness.
what i'd LIKE to do more of is to draw.
yeah.
and i'm gonna whip up a whole new batch of berserker barbarians,
battle-beasts, and blitzkrieg bobotrons,
because too much is the right amount,
and i've allowed myself a leap-length to recuperate from the old and busted.
i think it's high time the new hottness gets re-activated.
i drew these guys:
they are just 2" tall.
s'kyoooot.
a ghoul and a guardian,
or a ghast and a draugr,
or somethin' like that.
if i can locate all my marky-markers, tonight,
they'll be framed and ready to hang out, literally,
along the sheets of rock that shelter me from the elements/.
i'm scanning the horizon for brighter spotlights,
or beacons that may beckon back some exxtra-expert creative supercharging.
no excuses should be tolerated,
so i'll just have to keep tattooing just as hard,
and sleep somehow even less,
so i can get makey on a whole swath of savage stormswept sword and spear sh!t.
*
today is the day.
a new one.
a better one.
and tomorrow is surplus to requirements,
which means it must be especially elite,
because rules is rules,
and that's what i need.
i'm grateful for this stronger, louder, faster life,
and for the ones who've chosen to be a part of it.
it's all really happening,
and that's the whole point;
never quiet, never soft.....
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