i just woke up
“not accepting is not living”
Below is another collection of words i wrote (before “something”) that soon i will try and turn into a poem of some sorts. These rough drafts are called the “grandpa notes”
In the Peeling evening
You have to be in a ready position at ALL times. In a loosefast mind with elastic pants (sore fitzroy)
My eyes want to tear something soft. Maybe dry oxygen that has sat under the bleeding sun all decay and has turned gold like the pill in my mouth
My mind is oozing out and i don’t know where its leaving, all sodded and bentlike
Raised up trees started peeling off enormous trophies of sature. The wooden family rose to the top of their clammered kitchen, clean and kleant, and claimed the crown of sap
It soothed those clotting tonsils! Those thin bubbling bloodsils , soaked in a blood towel. it couldn’t swallow fast enough
Grandpa comes to visit for a week (still complaining about his vehicle).He is lifting this family’s shining attitudes. The ones now that reflect through people and make the worst.
The worlds biggest mouth critic-her name is mortey-out for fun
They were experimenting, messin up my whole sugar. Smoking antibiotics,. The hot medicine pumping humidity, 24 pounds of saline shots. They hooked me up in a bed of fluid and I had to stare straight at fatigue through the bathroom door. In the bathroom a fine road bordered by real good bushes, grown with juices
The 150 pound old man notes- he wishes that small…
motoring tarpin
An easy to swallow healthy heart
That is unbelievable, the cow that was found in a field of fleas
My uncles bathtub filled with chopped down wood and word bricks
Consistency and routine…do it until the end
My father sits in his new car riding to cleveland in horrendous broken bodies of liquid. expired coupons on the floor.
I don’t like dirty stoves that are in a constant breath of emergency doses. The medication dressed in fluid has ten pounds in excess fetus material.
The babies are thrown in that noisy garbage disposal- nothing more fowel in my life!
A decent dinner is all I’ve ever need- A HOSPITAL DIET!
All different kinds of solid anniversaries save your impossible life, potentially.
Sentimental gloves catch anything that might shed from a newborn hand. Falling from an upslope may help…into the breeze…
Several days later it showed up in sweating articles of clothing, a diamond sparkling at the bottom of a washing machine
3 years ago • Notes