A Poem by h d e rushin

there are essentially symmetrical halves to everything we wish for.
And I have forgotten
more about love than you appear to know. so
let the warm hands

of the curl-beast fondle you,
unfurl you in the upstairs flat. Let it drag you around
by your ponytail like the Neanderthals, un-made up
like that picture of Madonna

with those lines under her eyes. Let it topple you
wounded as the jealous rage of Hera. Allow the mind
and spirit to enter you like embroidery enters
the cloth wounds of essence. Sadly

anything can grow a wing
if they put their mind to it. The question is why?
Why when you can stay here cursing nature,
crushing every ant from here to El Paso. but

by love I mean to imply that there was once
an opening in your soul as big as malignancy ;
so wide, so sheathed in iron armor. So secure
as to be unbreakable. But your butterfly needs

let the hardness in; the igneous, moist flaps sung,
beginning somewhere before Teddy Pendergrass;
before the greenish, grey tradition. Before marriage.
And before another old person tells you that their

mother and father celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary.
Even before the ischemia; before the blood returns broken
to course thru the light colored pieces
of the young brain.

© 2017 h d e rushin

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I love how you use the words and thoughts. Allowing the reader to feel and know the places you described. Life is bits and pieces like this poem. Something we remember and somethings we forget. Need to. I liked the complete poem. Thank you dear friend for sharing the amazing poetry.

Posted 9 Months Ago

h d e rushin

9 Months Ago

thank you and good morning dearest.....dana
Coyote Poetry

9 Months Ago

You are welcome dear friend.
Madonna and Hera and Teddy Pendergrass, holy goddamn. As I have probably said before, what you do remarkably, almost unfairly, well is to take our everyday, our earthiness, and plug it into those Platonic ideals of what is and what should be. and so this, amen.

Posted 10 Months Ago

h d e rushin

9 Months Ago

welcome to Autumn my friend. Welcome to the new season. thank you wk.....dana

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h d e rushin
h d e rushin

detroit, MI

black american poet living in detroit. more..

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A Poem by h d e rushin