mend

mend

A Poem by h d e rushin

i know
i hurt, because i know I've loved.
Beneath me
the aging Simmons and Clark mattress
swells
with tender n*****s, bed bugs eggs,
gallons of night sweats; sex.
I can smell it when the June air
waifs tenderly. Available
i am, to reason that first the tulips
come before Gods competent tribunal
then the Glads planted there by the 
old Polish woman who's husband
built this house.
Even the English rose is rife with misogyny 
and half truth concerning the marrow
of the poems lyric. Each day i carry
around the desire to lay in hay
waiting for the savior moment to pass
like a kidney stone
Almighty: under the Elamite of Vigorous spirit
with the air thick with the burning of Kotex's
and the stench of the bedroom heavy with bile
in this instance the Congolese boy is digging
down the earth for cobalt
for 1 dollar for a days toil
for Samsung's thousand dollar smartphones/
because like a warm place to sleep, greed
is a force like the impulse of life.
Seldom do you find it all together
as one enchanted light lateral.

© 2018 h d e rushin


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Wonderful use of words and thoughts. You brought me in and I wanted more. Your words real and honest. This is what poetry should be. Thank you dear Poet for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 6 Years Ago


h d e rushin

6 Years Ago

thank you dear brother.....dana
and yet many sleep with greed...not as a bed bug but as a lover...
they thrive in it...and just don't know how rank the sheets smell during and after...
money is the sex drive that needs no Viagra.

j.

Posted 6 Years Ago


h d e rushin

6 Years Ago

thank you Jacob for those remarks my friend. The train i was on was traveling through Nashville and .. read more
jacob erin-cilberto

6 Years Ago

yes, i am about 3 hours from Nashville...
Your poem is full of raw images that are hard to digest due to their opposing nature. No one wants to hear that their tiny world of pain is smaller than another's. The Congolese boy does what he has to do to survive. The American child begs for the new iPhone because he has to do what he has to do to survive in his environment. Sweet love can be made among the bed bugs and it is just as sweet as it would be in a luxury suite. I thought the line about the burning Kotex particularly offensive. Which means I liked it. CD

Posted 6 Years Ago


h d e rushin

6 Years Ago

cd: sometimes images are all we are left with, which is a testament to how little we pay attention t.. read more
CD Campbell

6 Years Ago

I hope that trip produced a ton of inspiration. Look forward to it.
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BBP
You always find a way to twist up the reality and dirt of life in such an elegant way.

Posted 6 Years Ago


h d e rushin

6 Years Ago

"Twisting up reality" is what i do best. Getting reality wrong is what i seem to do worst....thanks .. read more
amen

It is a joy to walk through words like these

Posted 6 Years Ago


h d e rushin

6 Years Ago

Beloved: any remark from you means that you still walk among the living poets of my dreams. Thanks s.. read more
Emily B

6 Years Ago

I will Always
Damnedest thing I've read in a while. What do you call a contraption like this? An urban pastoral political polemic? Lotsa stuff ginning here. Lots of distance tween the parts from home in the city to Mesopotamia in the past the Congo and the Wal-mart shelves for the thousand dollar phone of right now. What's a rose know about misogyny? Miscegenation, you bet. Ain't ten roses in the nursery that's pure red without a drop of wild rose in em'. (And they's got grafted roots you bet.)

You always confound and amaze. There's no bottom to your well.

Posted 6 Years Ago


h d e rushin

6 Years Ago

dearest Delmar: I took a train trip, which as it turned out, was what i needed all along. An opportu.. read more

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