duckling

duckling

A Poem by h d e rushin
"

for those, who this morning, has ducklings and chicks swimming in their bathtub.

"

 

 

 

Duckling.

Don't think for a minute that

I can't love a thing with a furry bottom.

I gave you as an Easter present

to my daughter, not knowing that

you would relieve yourself once

every 15 minutes. Or that you

might just quack at an absent moon

with fits of lunacy even with bits of

dried corn in your cheek.

 

But you were white, meaning you

didn't grow up in the city. And when I

looked in your eyes I could see two

intersecting arcs of a spherical surface

which wouldn't focus. Not to mention

that you followed me to every room and

even met me at the door like an old lover

until I wished and dreamed outloud that

you were gone. Tender quack and all,

 

to that summer seascape painting of the

19th century, concerned with the depiction

of effects of light and atmosphere.

And that you were in estrus 10 months

out of the year, which means that you

were either a dirty w***e,

 

or the most beautiful woman

on earth.

© 2013 h d e rushin


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I experience something like estrus about every fifteen minutes...but I get too distracted to pay it much mind..I'm pretty sure I'm a dirty w***e, but if someone decides to call me pretty, I say thanks, cause it'd be rude to do otherwise...even dirty w****s know that...hence why I like playing joan baez and showing poetry to hookers...love your dirty w***e neighbor as yourself, cause, otherwise, that duckling you call ugly is gonna turn into God one day, and that's just gonna be a bad day

so yeah, I like how this piece weaves from "whoops, incontinence" all the way through and to the brilliant ending...I'm guessing some epiphanies were included in the acquiring this furry-butted thing; otherwise, well done on the fabricated embellishments

just well-done either way.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Omg I have never laughed so hard in my life, ok maybe once or twice but who's counting, I am flabbergasted by your brilliance I truly am, does this mean I have to call off the duckling parade? I was so looking forward to that :(
I vote most beautiful :)

Ps, she was white or is she still? did it wash off? what happened to it? you were white, has she changed color?

Posted 11 Years Ago


i love it

Posted 11 Years Ago



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detroit, MI



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A Poem by h d e rushin