we woke up today like sushi falling apart.
i thought i could snooze under the far corner of the red sheeted bed
but the awakes had different ideas,
wrapped in green.
all clothed and abreast of the time
we reclined stiff shock, still stock and
washcloth in glue in the again
early 8 am
blue.
just when i thought the colors were over
i was in the front seat of the brake dust factory,
driving him to work and ordering a bagel.
the person who made the bagel messed it up so bad i thought of
lenders bagels and i was angry for paying
this calculated amount
for frustration. i carried the carcass of whole wheat
back to the red bed and gutted it with my mouth accordingly,
feeling the cream cheese slime, wrong slime, hocking back in my throat.
welcome summer.
when i was on a boat for a week i ate better things by inhaling
sea salt mouthwash by convex breath ins,
maybe thats why i didn't get sick. even with no humira.
now im rubbing my knees and telling the laundry to shut up
and denying the exercise and saying my burned knees
turned honey bee golden, but they are no bees knees.
if you were wondering. i am not talented and can love almost anything
but being naked on a diving board.
in case you were asking i'm going to do more,
i'm going to be appropriate.
i'm going to change life into long hair and late night phone calls if i have to.
no.
i will probably snail up and paint the inside of my shell
to my liking.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Wednesday, July 01, 2009
gravesites and overhauls.
There is this feeling that all the roads are with simple grass and all the garbage is human suspension.
I am in my room (kind of). My bed is here until Friday. There is a T.V. on the floor and a diet coke handy.
Yesterday I went on an early morning walk. Being here is too much. There is no space. There is still space in Pelham Manor and New Rochelle, so I took some of that space up. I floated on the street. GPS bouncy ball.
First I found a mushroom that was pretty interesting. I did not ingest it or pick it, but I can show you what it looks like. (1)
I then found a robin's egg with a grub inside of it. (2) Do you see that blue?
On my way back, looping on to the main street that leads to the car glut.... there were two rotting fish. (3) After this adventure I went with Alex to Lazyboy's. We ran into Greg and Cassandra and I think Greg's parents were there too. I have not seen Greg for oooh I don't knowwwww a good 6 months. Nice to see familiar faces.
I woke up at 2 pm. Must have been all the fuzz from last night. Alex and I watched Gran Torino, which we both really liked. Clint Eastwood is a favorite of mine. I used to watch him in Westerns with my pops when I was little. Always in the dark. If The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly was on, it was an event.
After Alex and I watched GT, we descended into a discussion that seemed to last until 4 am. Apparently, he woke at 11 and I would not let him leave. He mumbled something about me even being selfishly aware in my sleep! Sorry...
Alex's tooth hurt and it gave him the grumbles really badly. We went to some joint called horsefeathers which was pretty nice. Tarrytown. I figured since we were near Pleasantville, we'd go searching for my Grandfather's grave. My mother did not know where he was burried, but findagrave.com tipped me off to some "location unverified" cemetery. It wasn't that one. There were some Brundage's, but none of them were ones I knew. The Brundage clan is pretty big. Also, there were no Palmer's in that cemetery. I knew that my grandfather was buried near some Palmer's. There was some intermarriage back then at some point and we got muddled up into the same deathpile.
Turns out that there was a small cemetery next to the one I was looking in. This one had Palmer's. It also had my grandfather. Harold Palmer Brundage. He was about sixty when my mom was born and died back in the 70's. She hadn't been to his gravesite since his death- or a few months afterwards. Pretty stoked to have sleuthed this out myself. My great grandmother and great grandfather Mary and George were also hanging around nearby. Several other Brundage's were dotted around the place. Two were great uncles. The others kind of melt into the huge Brundage family tree. This cemetery is supposedly the "Banks" cemetery. Sure I saw some Banks around but there were quite a few other names. See was a common one. Guion. I'm going to go back with a bigger camera so I can get a more accurate depiction and maybe even do a count of internments. My mom said a man volunteered to take care of the property. It's wedged between two houses and a little overgrown. Some stones are completely covered.
My grandmother? Ruth was buried in Brooklyn. She is at peace in Greenwood. Some of my first memories are of visiting her grave. Strange. No Westchester for her. Back to the BK.
Alex got some orajel and I tried to have a coloring session, but he wasn't having it so I came back here. Nothing is painted and the boxes are sky high. I have so much junk. I'd sleep back up in Chauncey (oh lord, it really is the lord's manor), but beer is calling Alex's dexterous hands. Growlers he must fill. Shipments he must tend to.
I've been trying to properly expose myself to the sun before I ship out. I actually went downstairs and lathered myself in SPF 90 and still burned. This is not an encouraging sign, but at least I have some color. Let's hope that all my photos don't have me appearing as a bloodshot bull's eye. I have not done anything all summer and it has felt really fantastic. This rehauling is project enough, and I deserve some laaaaze. It makes me a little restless, but I'm trying not to freakout.
freakie-outtie.
I am in my room (kind of). My bed is here until Friday. There is a T.V. on the floor and a diet coke handy.
Yesterday I went on an early morning walk. Being here is too much. There is no space. There is still space in Pelham Manor and New Rochelle, so I took some of that space up. I floated on the street. GPS bouncy ball.
First I found a mushroom that was pretty interesting. I did not ingest it or pick it, but I can show you what it looks like. (1)
I then found a robin's egg with a grub inside of it. (2) Do you see that blue?
On my way back, looping on to the main street that leads to the car glut.... there were two rotting fish. (3) After this adventure I went with Alex to Lazyboy's. We ran into Greg and Cassandra and I think Greg's parents were there too. I have not seen Greg for oooh I don't knowwwww a good 6 months. Nice to see familiar faces.
I woke up at 2 pm. Must have been all the fuzz from last night. Alex and I watched Gran Torino, which we both really liked. Clint Eastwood is a favorite of mine. I used to watch him in Westerns with my pops when I was little. Always in the dark. If The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly was on, it was an event.
After Alex and I watched GT, we descended into a discussion that seemed to last until 4 am. Apparently, he woke at 11 and I would not let him leave. He mumbled something about me even being selfishly aware in my sleep! Sorry...
Alex's tooth hurt and it gave him the grumbles really badly. We went to some joint called horsefeathers which was pretty nice. Tarrytown. I figured since we were near Pleasantville, we'd go searching for my Grandfather's grave. My mother did not know where he was burried, but findagrave.com tipped me off to some "location unverified" cemetery. It wasn't that one. There were some Brundage's, but none of them were ones I knew. The Brundage clan is pretty big. Also, there were no Palmer's in that cemetery. I knew that my grandfather was buried near some Palmer's. There was some intermarriage back then at some point and we got muddled up into the same deathpile.
Turns out that there was a small cemetery next to the one I was looking in. This one had Palmer's. It also had my grandfather. Harold Palmer Brundage. He was about sixty when my mom was born and died back in the 70's. She hadn't been to his gravesite since his death- or a few months afterwards. Pretty stoked to have sleuthed this out myself. My great grandmother and great grandfather Mary and George were also hanging around nearby. Several other Brundage's were dotted around the place. Two were great uncles. The others kind of melt into the huge Brundage family tree. This cemetery is supposedly the "Banks" cemetery. Sure I saw some Banks around but there were quite a few other names. See was a common one. Guion. I'm going to go back with a bigger camera so I can get a more accurate depiction and maybe even do a count of internments. My mom said a man volunteered to take care of the property. It's wedged between two houses and a little overgrown. Some stones are completely covered.
My grandmother? Ruth was buried in Brooklyn. She is at peace in Greenwood. Some of my first memories are of visiting her grave. Strange. No Westchester for her. Back to the BK.
Alex got some orajel and I tried to have a coloring session, but he wasn't having it so I came back here. Nothing is painted and the boxes are sky high. I have so much junk. I'd sleep back up in Chauncey (oh lord, it really is the lord's manor), but beer is calling Alex's dexterous hands. Growlers he must fill. Shipments he must tend to.
I've been trying to properly expose myself to the sun before I ship out. I actually went downstairs and lathered myself in SPF 90 and still burned. This is not an encouraging sign, but at least I have some color. Let's hope that all my photos don't have me appearing as a bloodshot bull's eye. I have not done anything all summer and it has felt really fantastic. This rehauling is project enough, and I deserve some laaaaze. It makes me a little restless, but I'm trying not to freakout.
freakie-outtie.
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