IAP 08 ~ John Smith
Instigated, in baseball, fetzer
Couches are for
Correct your keyboards
Have a fun side
I can laugh
And yawn with elephants
Shower with ants
And swim with turtles (s)
The last turtle is another
One but mine
In a tight roap of soap
Is bubbly, in wine
Sprinting on the andere seit
sitzen, with u
In two times the estimation
In dead leaf
Alouf, alfred, is dying in hours
Spent, saltz, road
Roadie road on roads of roads
Leading to roads
Is trod as ted
And in a feeding passage
Is a time to dye
Don’t look here
You won’t find it
We used to always go to theme parks, from 1998 to 1999. A red false England away shirt, large rooms, big mirrors, separate rooms, same rooms with sisters. Scared eyes can see a scent of something falling.
I threw up on my sister and I began to cry. My mum came over to me and saw if I was okay as she stood there. We were in Downtown Disney, wandering through false space.
Two glasses held onto the eyes of a human, father, move back and forth as the Banana boat moves up and down. I am on the other side, the stumpy end of the Banana. I see my dad’s glasses wilt on the end of his nose and begin sobbing with intensity. My crying grabs his attention.
“DAD, YOUR GLASSES ARE GOING TO FALL OFF!” I scream.
Wanting nothing more than the ride to stop so we can get his glasses back on his face, the ride finally ends. I go over to him and hug him and complete my tears.
An Alien approached my sister as we all sat there trapped in chairs, mist filled and left in a set designed for torture. They sat there as I anticipated. She sat there and screamed. Repeated – “DAD, IF YOU DON’T GET ME OFF THIS RIDE NOW” She screamed from her chair.
My dad now currently strapped to a chair and unable to move or stop the ride wonders what can be done. All the while the Alien roams around us as we close our eyes and hope for the best. Such a pressure for a father to save their children from aliens and falling glasses.
They cleaned the sick up and we got cuddly toys for our woes. He hugged us both and we knew we were safe again through his supportive limbs. Our mother, surrounding us with her enormous loving embrace as a circle and trio glanced and fell to divorce, years later.
SOME SAY THAT MY NAME IS GENERIC. MY EXPERIENCE IS GENERIC. THIS IS UNFAIR. I AM A VALID JOHN SMITH. EVERYONE IS UNDER THE GUISE THAT, AND ALL IS ME. I CANNOT BE, WITH ANOTHER JOHN SMITH, FOR WE MORPH INTO THE SAME PERSON. I CAN WALK WITH JOHN SMITH BUT IF WE MEET ANOTHER JOHN SMITH WE ARE IN TROUBLE, FOR WE MORPH AGAIN. IF WE, “HYPOTHETICALLY” MET FIVE JOHN SMITHS WE WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO WALK. AND WE WOULD NEED TO ROLL INSTEAD.
SOME MAY SAY, LOOK AT THAT JOHN SMITH BALL, ROLLING DOWN THE HILL. THAT’S UNFORTUNATE.