goodbye.

well,
that's that.
it's monday morning, again,
and i just had a luscious plate and mug combination composed
of my most favorite first-thing feast:
Tea'N'Toast.
that's right.
and you know why i went with my classic repast,
for the first time in eight days.... don'tcha?
yeah!
you guessed it-
sandwich week has run it's course,
completed it's objectives,
and accomplished it's mission.
i came home after a looooong day of cover-upping on a couple
of crazy married kids celebrating thirteen years of togetherness by letting
me pound away on their tired and haggard and not-hott tattzaps,
remaking them from what they were, which NObody wanted,
into some way-better-than-before-and-pretty-good-on-their-own jauns.
the thing is,
i came home to these:

mmmhmmm.
mushrooms and tofu and pesto, plus lettuce and tomato,
on baked buttery bread squares!
with a mango banana strawberry blueberry smoothie on the side?
expert.
that was how it had to end.
fancy, fresh, and out of my hands.
i think that's fitting-
even as i struggled to fit it in my mouth faster, i thought so,
and i still think so.
a considerate and delicate and delectable dish....
a tasty piece from a tasty piece,
for my face.
man,
i am grateful for the good things that go on in the woodsly goodness,
especially within the burly battlements of the Folk life & Liberty Fortress.
and that's no joke.
*
i treat myself okay, too, once in a while.
check the brought-my-own-lunch-type teleport:

yup.
that's a big thick juicy sunovab!tchin' barbarian bomber, neighbors.
you like?
i sure did.
the only break i took all day was to mash that monster down my gullet,
with a wash-down waterfall of iced decaf,
just to stir up the stomach-forge to cast-iron catalyze some gastric wrench action.
i'm like that, i guess.
if it isn't hurting, if there isn't excess, if it doesn't go to eleven,
simultaneously on both extremes of the spectrum,
well,
i think that might be for sodawatery diaperbabies and/or cookie-cuttin' fruitflies.
c'mon.
what are we doing if, if we're not overdoing?
right?
that's what i keep sayin', kids.
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well,
that's that.
the days move forward,
the nights are brighter than usual, but no lighter.
it's heavyweight waiting that we're reppin' in the northeasterly mountains.
for something.
nobody knows what,
only that it isn't here yet.
when whatever the big action is arrives,
i'll tell all y'all all about it-
until then, however,
all the rest of it keeps unfolding,
and the creases make mountains and canyons out of the interludes;
never quiet, never soft.....