no show

Getting the windows in my house replaced early tomorrow morning, so no show tonight.

The pattern repeats at eight.

Friday the Thirteenth
Second Day of Ramadan
Earlier each year

Looking for rhythm
I'm going to celebrate drums
Go on, count the beats!

Fat Man and Little Boy start dancing at eight.

I'm sure the records all will show
A huge jump in leukemia
Roughly sixty-five years ago
In and around Hiroshima.
A mark of pride (or one of shame),
Those cities leveled flat.
And say safely, from in a plane,
"Oh hell, we just did that...."

I have a thing at eight.

A little cash, a fancy car
Perhaps a bit of bling
It's almost disgusting
The attention that it brings

Some kind of music, at eight.

I see London; I see France
I see folks who want to dance.
(Sorry this one isn't more
But I just got through the door.)

Haiku to that effect at eight.

Such a busy week!
So many things to get done
At last, though, a set!

A very special NSFW show at eight.

For those who come from Westboro
Who violate our code of conduct,
Let's celebrate a word we know
And tell them all to go get fucked.