RABBIT. RABBIT.

well,
that was disappointing.
another 'nother month over and done with.
another 'nother november living up to it's reputation.
another 'nother visit with my dearest darling daughters ending too soon.
and all sorts of interpersonal puzzle pieces either misfit or missing altogether.
jeez, neighbors-
from the sounds of it, time is acting like a real b!tch right about now.
ain't that the truth.
however,
today is the day.
yup.
the first one of the last one,
a cloudy, crowded, rowdy monday morning,
a brand new calendar page,
and as it happens, it's also the last calendar page,
december is already underway, kids,
and it's headed into these mountains with a full F*ing head of steam.
mmmhmmm.
it's here.
the balls-out barrel-A* blitz on obligatory holiday warmth,
and the gift-giving high-watermark measuring stick has been driven into the
frozen soil of the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
yikes.
it's time to start thinking of presents, and about cheer and goodwill an' that.
well,
it'll be time to do that as time races along the checked-off squares,
right now, though,
you all actually know what time it really REALLY is, don't you?
yup.
cultivated coincidences;
magnetic lodestones of locution for fortuitous circumstances.
super-duper-stitious statements,
from the first to the last of it,
just a little bit louder,
and a whole helluva lot harder than the preceding eleven times.
yes,
today IS the day,
and there are things that needed doing, first things first, on the first.
hmm?
yes.
i doo-doo that repetitive stressful-style freaky-diki sh!t,
and i do it because rules is rules, fools-
that's right.
i said it again, and again.
the magic word that makes me feel better about the beginning of things,
and makes me more excited about endings, too-
rabbit, rabbit!
that's what's up.
got it?
i said the thing i say on the day i am supposed to say,
i hit my marks, i memorize my lines,
i arrive on time,
and perform the rites right on cue.
meeting expectations is good.
exceeding them is better.
too much si the right amount,
and real life needs a whole lot more of everything
to be the kind of life that makes sense.
keeping it simple is for simpletons,
and symphonies have ALL the notes.
i'm reppin' that maestro jauns for a wizened and wizardly (albie)rock opera;
never quiet, never soft.....