for StevenA Poem by h d e rushin"it wouldn't be much of a universe if it wasn't home to the people you love"This is a poem about Steven Hawking the way the body is always looking for more. the way the world is streak free from the scab of universal dialog. even when your not connected/even when someone else's imagination puts you at the privacy of a giants fingertips. even when you cannot, from your stinky shelf, fall on your knees. i'm crying, for which i am no more spring than winter. no more human than April. no more a pill than a paperback written on hillsides. and since is world was pre-moistened for all those who will rise and because i too am such a scared, disesteem drip: unmarried. dead child. undescended testicle this poem is about how groundspeed indulges us. of how my version is not yours. yet at the most of the day a version shatters the light to undo the morning. about how every inquiry into space is just pretend time like grade school when Ms. Carol made me sit facing the wall for talking out of turn. soon the say is over with me racing home with a note pinned to my shirt. from this I've dreamt to love out loud this living since life is a pulse worthy of listening too on those 10 inch subwoofer's from the 60's when we needed Jefferson Airplane way more than they needed us. i drag around this desire to stretch my legs, lie down on the rose beach, ache for sand to course inside my a*****e then to gather the shells of some unknown weeping into numbered circles of earth arranged by the twists that fire quenched them still alive and wounded. this earth is for you steven hawking to foam and slob thru the orbitual-habitual half truths of the souls that still cling to it. on eBook you can hear Dickinson reading her poetry since the unlucky snails of our insides pretends us voices, lends us down the old paths of sound like tenderness. tenderness as bold and unreasonable as death itself. I picture her, hand on spinster hip, near a window and it is cold. I picture her looking at the same stars as i do/did rising from a rocking position on the floor. i picture her trying to be quiet yet careful.
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