touching thru time

touching thru time

A Poem by h d e rushin

 

 

 

Perhaps it's just symbiosis,

the close union of two dissimilar organisms.

Yeah, that's what love is.

And I am proof that you really don't

have to be cooperative. Just take each

others shapes like my parents did

at the end. Finishing each-others sentences.

Suffering in that commiserate grief

that bad poetry makes metaphor of.Yet it

is still a physical phenomena, meeting

then wanting a thing forever, like the thrum

of springtime or a gathering of revolutionaries

in which there is this free interchange of ideas.

 

Writing poetry in a hot room with no windows

has so little cultural significance. Sheryl Hayes

put her tongue down my throat after gym class

in 73 and I can't remember many events that

happened in life after that. Because touching

is the only human thing that lasts forever.

The only thing that can.

 

And that's why religion was invented, to explain

the conventional mechanisms of causality / that

some things just happen regardless of mental image.

That two ugly people could find eachother

in a rainstorm or in algebra class. And words,

however floral, are as limited as life.

But happening and un-happening

 

all the time.

© 2013 h d e rushin


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you write with retrospective wisdom

Posted 11 Years Ago


May debate your assertion that touching is the only human thing that lasts forever, even in the context of a poem. Ha.

Strange, free flowing poem. That / is very interesting.

I think there is a lot of good stuff in the last stanza. I like that two ugly people can find each other in a rainstorm, or algebra class. If it were me, I'd cut IN and cut AS LIFE. But people say I am un-intelligible.


Posted 11 Years Ago


omgosh Dana...I'm just , I'm just gonna pull up a cushin' and sit here by your feet, no... I want to shine your shoes, can I shine your shoes? I want to, I want to rub that Kiwi shoe polish to even out the crinkles and then I will spit on them and rub them till they glisten like all old ladies do while listening to Johnny Mathis , my f-ing g-d ..I mean , I know that's my opinion, I'm only one girl...but it kind of like ..who in their right mind doesn't love cake?

Posted 11 Years Ago


'Because touching
is the only human thing that lasts forever.
The only thing that can.'

Love that..

Posted 11 Years Ago



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A Poem by h d e rushin