A Conversation Between a Boy and His Dad

what dat?

pie

dat pie?

yes

dat pie in dare?

yes

you eat pie?

yes

you eat dat pie?

yes

dat pie?

yes

you eat pie?

yes

you dat pie in dare?

yes

…………….

you done that pie?

yes

you down now?

yes

you da da da down now?

yes

you eat dat pie?

yes

 

A Conversation Between a Boy and His Dad

what dat?

pie

dat pie?

yes

dat pie in dare?

yes

you eat pie?

yes

you eat dat pie?

yes

dat pie?

yes

you eat pie?

yes

you dat pie in dare?

yes

…………….

you done that pie?

yes

you down now?

yes

you da da da down now?

yes

you eat dat pie?

yes

 

A Day In The Life of Sage

I saw some lady yesterday. She had on a white coat. She looked in my ears, stuck a stick in my mouth and squeezed my legs. When she left, some other lady came in and poked me with a needle. I don’t know what she thought she was doing, but if she wanted me to scream, I didn’t. I just said "aaaah". Then mommy picked me up. She said it was to keep bad things out of my body. Well, I don’t know what she was thinking either, cause that needle didn’t feel good at all. If that needle wasn’t a bad thing, I don’t want to know what bad things in my body feel like!

Speaking of saying aaaah, apparently, this lady in a white coat thinks I should be talking. She asked mommy if she was worried I’m not talking. She laughed, "No!". I love my mommy The lady in that white coat, I guess she thinks someone my age finds it quite easy to say, "mommy, I’m going up the stairs, OK?" I look at my mom or dad, laugh, and get going right up those stairs. Why talk about it??! While daddy was writing this for me, just now, I brought him a book, smiled, and said, "uh". Now, if I wanted to say, "daddy, could you please read me a book?" maybe I would have. But I don’t. It’s much easier for me to say "uh" and smile than it is to carry on a conversation. Besides, what’s the best I could do? "Dada uh uh!" or "dada boo pea". I’d sound like a crazy person walking around with a book in my hand saying "dada boo pea". "Uh" works for me, and works for my daddy and mommy too

 

Dead Things

k-ching k-ching k-ching k-ching k-ching k-ching k-ching k-ching k-ching k-ching k-ching k-ching……..

he heard that for miles, shadows flirting with his eye lids, trying to keep him awake, k-ching k-ching k-ching k-ching k-ching k-ching k-ching k-ching k-ching k-ching k-ching k-ching……..

He felt he was on this train for days, years even. It was soothing, to a point. Constantly rocking, back and forth, how could he not fall asleep? But he couldn’t. Not now.

k-ching k-ching k-ching k-ching k-ching k-ching k-ching k-ching k-ching k-ching k-ching k-ching……..

One would think it would be soothing. Countless miles, no stops, no bumps, no cigar smoke blown into his face like he endured as a child. Then the memories would jolt him back awake. He’d look around as if he was transported back there. Back to the dirt, the grime, the soot, the ugliness. He needed to get away. He needed to do this years ago. But now, the feeling kept gnawing at the back of his neck, scraping, clawing. He reached back and rubbed his neck as if his thoughts were making his skin bleed. He heard it too loudly this time. If anyone were actually by him he would have made them jump too. Too loudly this time, louder than the wheels grating the rail, though a whisper all the same…..It’s too late Jake. You’re too late….

k-ching k-ching k-ching k-ching k-ching k-ching k-ching k-ching k-ching k-ching k-ching k-ching……..

 

Dead Things

Most mornings she would never have given it a single thought. But this morning, she watched the sunrise intently, eyes fixated on the horizon, waiting for the first rays of sun to break the dark sharp edges of the horizon. This morning however, it rose much too slowly, much too weakly. She’s been standing there, waiting, for what has seemed like hours. She saw the first tones of the midnight sky begin to turn from a dull blue to now piercing yellow rays of light warming her skin. Yet this morning, there was no warming for her skin. Nothing could warm her from the feelings she had inside. Yet still she stared, as if waiting for the sun to welcome her with a gift, or perhaps she was hoping that she would just disappear at first light and it would all go away.

Go away like the feelings of her skin had. Yet, she could still somehow feel the blood dripping down the inside of her arms, tracing down over her wrists, and slipping off the tips of her fingers. She imagined she was in some macabre display. She could hear the sound of it landing in the sand, one by one, slowly, ever so slowly, the blood dripped off her finger tips. Each drop making a soft, dull pattering in the sand, not unlike a dead thing slumping with its last breath.

 

Will NOT Work for Food!

How can he do this! How can he toy with me in such a cruel way! Just out of reach, that little capsule filled with delicious sweetness that tastes just like the yummy milk Muh gives to me. He thinks I will just crawl straight to that little capsule. NO! I will not work for food! I forced him to feed me. I cried and screamed. Give me that bottle! I will not show you my growing strength and special skills. Never!

Soon his methods will backfire. I strengthen my legs during his torture time. I pull my legs up and push down with my feet, inching forward. Soon I will be crawling speedily out of his dungeon, like a little scurrying cockroach. As soon as he sits back down into his big swirly chair, I will time my escape with perfection. Already I have learned to roll, flipping to my tummy, then flipping to my back, over and over again until I reach something hanging down for me to grab. I am very careful not to do it when he is looking. He shouts out, “Hey! How did you get way over there?!” HAH! Silly big man, how do you think??! He thinks I am immobile. He thinks a strong wind carries me across the room. HAH! Today I travelled to the bottom of the bed and looked underneath, hoping there was a trap door hidden there. Nothing!

Woo Hoo, check out what I can do!

Later I learned to balance the capsule on my left arm. I’m still not sure what I can do with that new skill. But I can also fling it very far. I’m enjoying playing fetch with that big silly man. Here boy, get the bottle. Good boy!! ha ha ha

Hmmm… I betcha I could McGyver a bomb out of this….

 

Teeth!

I’ve got teeth!! Hah! And that doctor lady said I didn’t. What does she know?! I wish I could go back to her and bite her, I’ll show her my no teeth mouth! Now I REALLY like to bite the man’s knuckles. I wonder why he doesn’t let me much anymore

 

Perfecting Puke

I’m finding great pleasure in perfecting my puke attack. As a dragon belches flame and smoke from its belly at will, I, The Man, can instantly eject a stream of caustic liquid from my mouth and cause women and men alike to jump and shriek and run for cover. I find great delight in it. I usually wait until I have brand new clothes on, or after they’ve bathed themselves. Then I put a blank stare on my face, making them do silly things to me like bounce me up and down and say “where’s your smile???!!” He he…I’ll show you my smile, just get a leeetle bit closer…. and when they finally are foolish enough to get close to my face, attack!!! Ha ha ha ha Oh what joy it is!! The shrieks and groans. Watching them scramble for extra towels and wipes, use that blasted bib around my neck that I just can’t stand. Serves them right! he he. I tear at that thing all the time. And usually once I get my way and they finally take it off, attack!!! Ha ha ha

Today I saw the blonde man! He was there today with the screaming men in black. Who were THOSE guys??!! Singing some crazy eye yiy yeye muchos bu muchos bamisko blah blah musisito ugh it drove me absolutely NUTS!! THEY WOULD NOT STOP! EYE YIEYE YEYE??!! I SCREAMED UNTIL THEY STOPPED!! Oh how I hated that! I think my ears actually bled. Then they put on some big crazy straw hat on my head. Well, that was kinda funny, but ohh the singing. AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh yeh, the blonde man. He knows where RJ is! I saw this same man last time I saw RJ. Who is he??!! He was holding RJ, not today, the other day. He must know where RJ is. Where is he??!! I should have puked on him, maybe he would have told me. NOW I think of it! Rats

I must find RJ!

 

Puke Haiku

#1
I lift up my head

Oops I spit up a little

I rest my head down

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#2
I puked a little

What do I do now I thought?

I guess I just stay

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#3
I puked a little

Unable to move away

It is not so bad

—————————————-
#4
I spit up a lil

On my blanket as I lay

Now my face is wet

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The Grab

Today he was holding me in his lap. I’m not sure why he and the woman are so big and I am so small. But they were eating something that looked very creamy and yummy. It was different colors and I could smell the cream in their bowls as they ate with their spoons. Why are they eating this delicacy without serving me? Why am I on his lap? Is this some other sick torture method? I must have some I thought.

I gazed and judged the distance. They will never see my lightening fast hand flash through the sky. No one will suspect that I have the power and precision to grab his bowl and devour his bowl of frozen cream. I saw my chance, like the gates of heaven opening wide. I think I heard angels sing at the very moment my hand darted forward.

Got it!!!

Ohhhh

no

I can’t move the bowl.

I freeze. I look down, pretending I’m asleep. I can’t release the bowl, I’m so close. I can taste the creaminess through my nose. Maybe I can will it into my mouth. Maybe I’ll just sit here..

He grabs my hand and whisks me away and gives me more bouncing torture. I laugh, next time giant! I’ll have it next time! My hand was fast like the tongue of a lizard, no? ha ha. bounce bounce bounce bounce..

Later the woman gave me something she uses in her hand to spread ink on paper. I’m not sure why she did, but I felt compelled to try to beat her with it. I also felt a sudden urge to shove it in my mouth. The woman started laughing and took away the ink instrument. That made me very angry!