Sex and Teenagery

Sex and Teenagery

A Poem by h d e rushin
"

for Huma Abedin

"

 

 

Things happen

and not that I would stop it if I could.

On second thought,

I would.

I would jump on the tracks like that man

did in New York to save the crippled man,

they both

squished

by the barrelling locomotive, but

the cause so noble in tomorrows news.

 

Yet how does one know anything,

especially the s**t you do with another person

but to try it in the open. Or as my 260 pound cousin

says "everything good that can happen,

everything ordained by God,

happens in spandex". And selling the

apocalypse

 

is as easy as sucking the marrow from the bones

of pork soup until you're blood pressure

wanders off, 200 over 99 and you're toes

disappear with the other endangered.

 

Where is it written that leggins should exist at all

when planets and some animal species have yet to

be discovered. The butterflies,

evolved in America, are all awful failures

to display themselves and then die.

In other words if I say "I had always loved"

then it's kinda true.

 

And nothing like Masters and Johnson,

nothing uttered about the nature of human

sexual response shall ever fall

lovingly and softly

 

from the sky.

 

© 2013 h d e rushin


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There are so many kinds of love, there is the sexual kind yeah, but better is the kind that saves you a seat on the school bus and paints you oil painting on drawing paper of horses and their babies grazing in a field, because you were older and they were looking lost among the isles, being pushed here and shoved there as the bigger kids took all the good seats.

Posted 11 Years Ago


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i got lost in this...and i don't mean confused, lost....but just lost in the journey of it...and then at the end, i fell from my chair, laughing...

the butterflies as awful failures...great line there..beauty is in the eye of the beholder...and sensualness can come from the oddest moments and the least likely individuals...life is sort of like that...

an attempt to save ourselves from falling onto the tracks and becoming a news story...maybe the wrong kind.

and a lot of the "s**t" we do with another person---should stay in "vegas" as they say...cause who really wants to know besides us.

such an insightful piece, but what did i expect, it is one of yours.

Posted 11 Years Ago


i might doubt her humanity, if someone hadn't once said to me, 'whatever you've done, it is not worth ruining eighteen years of marriage - i love you'

maybe if we all took a lesson from her playbook, the news would be a little less apt to present things that are not really newsworthy anyway

Posted 11 Years Ago


There are so many kinds of love, there is the sexual kind yeah, but better is the kind that saves you a seat on the school bus and paints you oil painting on drawing paper of horses and their babies grazing in a field, because you were older and they were looking lost among the isles, being pushed here and shoved there as the bigger kids took all the good seats.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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