the irresistible bruce jennerA Poem by h d e rushinwhat if there was something you had to do; to climb? A mountain. No, a mountain would be too obvious. Too predictable. What if each time you saw the enlargement of yourself with black hair you saw the faint outlines of Hedy Lamarr, dark and lovely only this time blown apart by age and allure? We believe the serpent could fascinate its prey. We believe that although some folk survived Superstorm Sandy the ones who did secured themselves to the richness of roots grown from courageous trees. Hush! TURN THAT UP, THATS MY JAM! When self love enters the largest room of the house. When the canonical, simplest form of something sings its slow tunes to complication, then everything squiggly and winged resembles handwriting. I saw again the girl with the over-talc chest at Happy Pizza but this time I touched her hand - timeless things unlock inside of me the same mechanical switch. Don't you get it? It means that beauty is transitional, timelessly unfading in this maddening short life of actions unbranched. Not so sensible to us is how easily, Oh spellbound, the spelt birds fly free. © 2015 h d e rushinReviews
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