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GET OUT OF MY STINKY FACE says 6 By: via poetry falcon

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tears are a wet message from the bones of simple truth By: via poetry falcon

not enough of me for everyone everything stretched to my perceived limits i allow it to tear me apart By: via poetry falcon

too much to write today maybe later maybe not overwhelm and physical exhaustion have an effect on memory sometimes By: via poetry falcon

terrible noise on the car when wife drive it home yesterday i took a look and one of the lug nuts had come off the wheel toddler and i go get a nut and bring to our shop they get out the torque wrench and fix it then check all the tires and tell me to come back at the end of the week just to be safe then we drive south to an outlet mall to exchange some shoes only two days left and i text sil that we would love to see her she lives in this area By: via poetry falcon

the other day i pulled a coin from toddlers ear his eyes widened with awe then he tried putting it in his ear and i imagined him putting a yogurt covered raisin in his ear and it sitting there rotting until the odor wafted to our nostrils and extrication was necessary so i showed him the trick and explained in detail how it worked and that things do not really fit in your ear and you should never try to put things in your ear By: via poetry falcon

6 catches a baby bunny screaming holding it up running across the playground I CAUGHT A BUNNY i yell for him to let it go into the bushes and 6 doesn't want to tries to get away then i do the dad voice command thing and he acquiesces then i remember he caught a blue jay at the other park a month ago and i can't stop laughing out loud probably look like i'm going insane probably am but it's a nice ride By: via poetry falcon

some kids invite 6 to their squirt gun battle and he is elated running after another kid laughing so hard he hardly breathe while pulling the trigger of the red pistol By: via poetry falcon

i'm also the guy reading his own book at the park while his son screams heart joy near the top of his lungs for hours always on the edge of something innocently dangerous and hurtful By: via poetry falcon

if you're at a park you will see many parents on their phone but if that parent is madly thumbing their phone as if their life depended on it they may be a writer or worse a POET By: via poetry falcon

after park boys and i head home have lunch work on english with 6 and get toddler down for nap wife gets back and we unload stuff her sister is giving us games and toys and such for the boys and some i might enjoy like a mini pool table and football and similar then 6 and head to the splash pad to extract his energy By: via poetry falcon

big fight yesterday wife and i it happens she left telegram completely didn't like my writing i don't blame her or anyone it's not for everyone now i can i say whatever i want about her FUCKIN BITCH just kidding i love her dearly til the wheels fall off and all that enough to fight with her when it is apropos By: via poetry falcon

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boys and i go to a park the toddler hasn't seen yet with a pirate ship while mommy picks stuff up from her sisters house its already hot and good in the sunshine sweating out this headache and yesterday's confusions By: via poetry falcon

boys and i play on the living room floor minecraft legos with 6 and train tracks with toddler i attempt to play both at the same time challenging with bits of genius By: via poetry falcon

it is so late i should be sleeping but i think i'll read my new book just for a little while By: via poetry falcon

long long day lost the wife from the channel but gained an old friend i didn't invite my wife because i thought she would love my writing i did it to be honest with myself and her and i figured she could see it for herself and decide it's not for her and eventually she did which i applaud she's got enough on her plate without my artsy fartsy-ness and i'm not keen on her style of criticism so it's a mutual win-win but the old friend is the one who brought me to telegram in the first place and it's good to reconnect with the writing writer By: via poetry falcon

i let the cat out the front door admiring my freshly cut lawn in the moonlight like a true fucking american hero and then clean up the duplo blocks scattered haphazardly about the living room floor By: via poetry falcon

all of us up late again 6 reminding us that we should all be going to bed and then he just goes to bed just like that probably waiting for one of us to join him but by the time i was able to it was dark and quiet in that room and that could only mean he was sleeping it is a miracle of stellar domestic proportions By: via poetry falcon

toddler has early bedtime from skipping nap today as 6 is viewing a fine children's film i go out and mow our american lawn that we have a love/hate relationship with toddler wakes up and wants to watch daddy mow then i run out of gas and go get more more dripping sweat come back and complete the task and as i step into the shower and the cool droplets strike my skull and run down my leathery body it feels like angels caressing my every desire forever then i pour myself and my wife a beer By: via poetry falcon

toddler has been very vocal lately but not really saying many words during diaper change today he kept saying 'boop' over and over laughing By: via poetry falcon

my dad comes over he puts new door knobs on where needed there are disagreements swirling about not with my dad some blow ups dramatic but normal overall considering everything wife takes 6 to splash pad toddler and i hit target for everything By: via poetry falcon

toddler actually asks me to get him juice and pit his vitamins in it after all the refusal in the last few weeks we set up a system this week but i forgot about it and he reminded me this morning then he drank it down and have a proud smile with happy arms swinging By: via poetry falcon

am i too sorry for myself yes and i'm also sorry for everyone involved in any kind of suffering greater or lesser than my own not that there's much difference but the only story i can tell is my own form my point of view going through the vast ups and downs of human life just experiences just words floating by and by By: via poetry falcon

up again wife at 3:15 tagged me in around 4 just got him back down we are so tired after a few days of this but it could be several more and why wouldn't one feel despair anger exhaustion and more since as humans we get to By: via poetry falcon

tried to make this channel export to wordpress yesterday and it didn't do anything even though it said it would but i don't like wordpess anyway so i tried blogger today which is old cheap and no one uses it but it worked and i think it works better for poets because i've noticed a lot of them use it so now whenever i post a text bubble here is appears on my blogger site http://ift.tt/2vRzpu5 which is funny because now it's going to show up there as i post this and i hope it doesn't recirculate endlessly creating it's own gravity until it forms a black hole or maybe that's ok too By: via poetry falcon

but absolutely not cute when it takes 90 minutes to get him to sleep at night carrying and singing with sore arms and back and then another 60 to 90 minutes at 2:30am due to molars not fucking cute By: via poetry falcon

every day this week when we're scrambling to get 6 ready for camp and mommy ready for work at the appropriate time toddler gets out the perfect shoes for 6 to wear to camp and watches very attentively offering hand gestures as he eases them on and heads out to camp excruciatingly cute yes By: via poetry falcon

toddler helps me clean up legos off the living room floor 6 helps with other stuff then 6 vacuums the feathers that have escaped the comforter doing a terrible job but i tell him he's doing great because he's willing to help and that's a big improvement By: via poetry falcon

loving the new book so much By: via poetry falcon

and then i made cookies and let him lick out the bowl By: via poetry falcon

my desire for a break shoots me in the foot after toddler is napping 6 cuts his screen time short and demands i play with him we have a little showdown and that's that he plays alone and i sit down and meditate in the creeping charlie with the eloquent clouds gliding through that perfect sky By: via poetry falcon

toddler and i pick 6 up from camp and he pretends to be a turtle walking on the sidewalk with his backpack as his shell then argues with every single word i say in the car as we drive home until i recommend that we just look out the window which he does to his credit By: via poetry falcon

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tough to wake up loaded on coffee toddler does ok for a while then is inconsolable ibp for his molars we go outside to the backyard to put away the blow up water slide By: via poetry falcon

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