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here's something strange and beautiful

SelectionIll

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i keep trying to keep my head from tipping forward, pitching me over onto the keyboard. i'll shake my head loose of the guaze that someone seems to be stuffing in through the top of my head.
everythings got that warm glass-of-milk-at-bed-time feeling.
like when i used to watch the old space ghost cartoon on the U.S.A. Network while the sun was still waiting to rise.
my paternal grandparents had carpet in their kitchen. it was so my grandfather, who suffered from MS (multiple sclerosis) wouldn't slip on a hardwood or linoleum floor. i was always very careful to never spill anything.
i'm just waiting for these chills to stop before i lay down in bed.
(the strange part was the guaze being stuffed in through the top of my head, and the beautiful part was my grandmother, who after raising four kids of her own, she still has to care for a man that will need her for his very survival every day for the rest of his life, and she has never and never will fail anyone. i know this about her)
seemore
[ 01 October 2002: Message edited by: SelectionIll ]
 
boy, my head was sssst, sssst, sssst...pop, that night. it's funny to look back on something you don't remember writing. i don't even have paternal grandparents. (my father was a chemical byproduct of Charlie Parkers urine and motor oil)
seemore
 
But, see now I'm wondering if the first part was really true about your real grandparents and you, tonight, forgot they exist. Or if you're in the "right" state of mind tonight and it really was a lie. Hmmmmm?
It would really sadden me to know that you didn't have a grandma like that. Then again, maybe you do.
-fathom
 
I like your expression! It's got such a flow to it. Disjointed, perhaps, but that can contain a flow of it's own, which it seems you've had fun playing with here. Looking forward to reading more!
(Suggestion, if you don't mind: for a little more impact, never underestimate the use of a dash... example: "that warm, glass-of-milk-at-bedtime feeling")
 
my wife always tells me that my sense of humor isn't humor at all. it's just me saying random ridiculous things that end confusing and misleading people. i always thought she just didn't get it, but more and more, i'm being convinced she's right.
yes, i do have a grandmother just like that, and there certainly is carpet in the kitchen. she is as strong as a steel been and just as supportive. believe it or not, everything i write is truthful and autobiographical. just ask vocab for verification. after i've written something, i'll goof on it, but that's just a lack of self confidence, trying to make light of very heavy subjects.
and no, unfortunately this wasn't slam poetry. most of the things i post here, i just sit down and write on the spot. i would love to get more active in slam poetry, but there aren't alot of places in columbus for it.
well, i could just set up my own. i have a monthly experimental art show i put on, called The Big Noise, and i haven't really integrated poetry into it too much, but that is going to change. i think i'm comfortable enough on stage now to really let people see me, and that's what my poetry is.
me.
with no shields.
and i love it.
so if any of you are ever in columbus, drop me a line, and you will be my personal guest. i'll get you liquored up. save your money. poets need every cent they have.
seemore
 
I Vocab Ulary Surgeon, being of relatively sound/scarred mind and body, hereby state and attest as witness to the claim made by one Seemore L. Glass…
It is true. Everything he writes is autobiographical. His grandmother is as strong as a steel beam; I met her, well, one of them anyway. We had a conversation about God.
 
vocab makes other men shiver in their nightclothes, staring out windows, making mad gestures at passing taxi cab drivers.
seemore
 
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