this, conditional probability

this, conditional probability

A Poem by h d e rushin

 

 

 

I had imagined

and was I so wrong about the food stamps;

about how they had made for the cushions

 

of the wicker furniture to burst. Although

the chair could be saved, a tactile process

of Time magazines and sympathetic

 

old sweaters, the couch was unsalvageable.

Don't weep. It looked good in 98 with those

polite table settings, spoons

 

with thick  green wooden handles. But quickly

gave way to sentimental evenings

of eating frenzies, full length feature movies,

 

the intrusion of Doritos, gravity,

some oral sex, smart dexterous Chinese

construction, the epigone outgrowths

 

of thighs and feathers, adjacent barbs, (the

interlocking tits of a tital), spandex that came

from the sea bottom,

 

addictions to bee pollen-green coffee been extract-

Atkins-whole life-P90X-Shawn T-

Hydroxicut-ab machine warfare.

 

And its remarkable that it lasted

this long since nothing else ever does.

You were so much smaller 15 years ago.

 

And so was I.

 

Smaller.

© 2014 h d e rushin


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Taking it back, brother... One of the great mysterious of how memory operates, that power, that power that an everyday old beat-up object has ... To transport. And physicists' say, outside of generating enough energy to create and tame a worm hole, that time travel, is not possible?
I became a poet, unwittingly ––– mind you, to do /just that. And so, did you.

Nice work, Dana

Posted 10 Years Ago


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It's a throwaway world now. Old values still linger, though mostly only as memory now. Fifteen years or fifty years ago it was all much smaller then.

Mark Twain called it right didn't he.

Beccy.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Amazing. You are talented indeed.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Taking it back, brother... One of the great mysterious of how memory operates, that power, that power that an everyday old beat-up object has ... To transport. And physicists' say, outside of generating enough energy to create and tame a worm hole, that time travel, is not possible?
I became a poet, unwittingly ––– mind you, to do /just that. And so, did you.

Nice work, Dana

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

we were all so much smaller 15 years ago, life has a way of making everything larger than it appears. awesome, as always and always awesome :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


There was a movie some years back (it must be a quarter-century now, the march of time and all that) titled "Babbette's Feast" which we used to refer to, jokingly bur affectionately as well, as "Life, The Movie" becuase it was comprised of small, private pieces of life but was knit together just so to give it the sweep of Life its ownself. Thus this piece, thus the run of your work in total. The funrniture may be a bit rickety and past its expiration date, but this? It's built to last a thousand years.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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LJW
We were so wrong about so many things.
New turns to old turns to older turns to something to throw away.
The ways we try to redefine ourselves, control the way our bodies look. If only Spandex. could hold it all together.....

Smaller. Perhaps body size.
I sense smaller as in less evolved as a human.
Beautiful, unique writing, as always.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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