i am curling up.

i am curling up.

A Poem by h d e rushin





as a child my job was to empty
the Hoover upright (model 652A). Unzip the sides,
drag the dust covered sac halfway to the curb. Today,
like those Houyhnhnm Horses endowed
with reason that Swift wrote about I own a Swiffer Sweeper
that reaches into the hollows,
the corners, the questionable spaces
that pain and grief goes
to make their beige balls. Unforgiving
is now renamed "nevertheless". I purchased
a rotary phone from the Thrift store just to see
if I could remember how to wind
my way thru the numerology of reason. (The world
has become either religious or transcendent). I had
to buy a table to hold it, a wooden one
with an attached seat..Me and Henry had to
turn it sideways to get it in the side door.
I will place it like death is placed
next to rooms without windows; next to
endings before their time. How selfish the immovable is.
How unyielding the immaculate becomes
when tears are derived from a single premise.
Lost, unable to cling anymore nor sing, I love you.
I mean, the way it was when we had to scrunch down low
and cup our other ear to hear each others breathing.

The informatics of night comes back like bursts of flame.
This time though, to make the demons happy,
I will reach you human thru the land line,
call you by your name.

© 2017 h d e rushin



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wow...wonderful journey of pains and regrets and all those hard things of living ..love that Hoover ;) and the "...beige balls" .. and... well every line is striking in its own way and impact .. what a fine poem .. so much to be said about how technology has broken down finer arts of communication ... as you closing line imprints on me .. well done says i! original personifications ...social commentary that is sharp and reminds me how we are connected to the past .. love this poem
E.
ps into the ol' library it goes!

Posted 1 Week Ago


i only own a land line...i want to hear and not lose calls...but we drop lots of communication these days with all this technology...and we have to keep buying bigger and smarter until we have totally lost who we are in what we own.

so thoughtful, this piece...as always, dana
j.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


h d e rushin

1 Week Ago

like you Jacob, I don't own a cell phone. "Smart" to me is no technology but the person having to so.. read more
'The informatics of night comes back like bursts of flame.
This time though, to make the demons happy,
I will reach you human thru the land line,
call you by your name.'

As should be so you know you and your other is present, alive and kicking, reasoned. Human.

Life has adapted to the manufacturers of too easy, too quick.. to less likely to make memories of sideway's manoevres. When you acquire one thing, needs a leeetle more to make it work.. or not. You type natural linguistic metaphors; doubt you need create those. ' .. could remember how to wind my way thru the numerology of reason. (The world has become either religious or transcendent). '

My understanding.. want to see what others find.. i will return..

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


h d e rushin

1 Week Ago

I try to write a poem every day, down from every two hours....I read everything, all day though. You.. read more

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