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 rushinReviews
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