that neutralized love poem.

that neutralized love poem.

A Poem by h d e rushin

 

 

 

In my heart,

and there I go speaking metaphorically

again.

There's nothing in there but blood and

blockage, but you know what I mean?

In my heart, I am as mortal as possible.

As notum, sustaining as any other puss

blooded, insect revolutionary, hippy-communal,

f*g-hag could possibly be.

Love me anyway.

I wanted to hide forever but was

picked for sorrow like the tenderest plumb

from the tree with ruchings on the sides

for this ever expanding soul. And because

ours was a love affair, what if I was never

really here? Who would have saw you, alone,

28 and intelligent with no good need for

satisfaction? Standing out from your surroundings,

notwithstanding your poems of birds and

retrospective doings; I can say now, I hated it.

But you scratched me, pulled me through the

deep attracting. I could be object. Penis.

Hair ball. The narrow slit trench without

tillage. Orpheus. Moon-doggy. That needy,

spring planting. The moon. Antenna.

Reluctant witch from the wilderness.

Because it was our love affair, our

neuropsychiatric  observance of the planets.

My friend Rachel, the one who has epilepsy

and who would writhe on the floor of the

high school gymnasium while others and

the curious wondered if she had swallower her

tongue. Not I.

I wanted to see into her eyes that longing,

the sea; read the book of air of unprecedented

brightness, the antiquated mossy precepts of.

Or the future in the colors and twists of the

unexplained. Sometimes it's good to be old,

to know that all things AST, (after Star Trek)

could be, however unpleasant, converted into

instantaneous matter simply by stepping into

the transporter and lowering the shield.

 

I believe that's all it took.

© 2014 h d e rushin


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by default i'm against anything star trek related, or sega. moon-doggy huh? nice poem. your poems always deserve to be real aloud. i still have that kool-aid from the other, stuck in my head.

Posted 10 Years Ago


i began reading your words out loud, in my little room with tunes playing from my android phone, somewhere around the slit i lost voice, what if some white haired old lady was shocked by the words? and then i got to Aft and I was simply astounded

i have always adored your voice, I believe that's all it took upped the ante big time.

Much love.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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