hstorical

hstorical

A Poem by h d e rushin

I am using my teeth to open

the pack of almonds;

and my sister, in those

early days of Parkinson's,

keeps her hands under her armpits

during conversations. As a child

I carried around with me

the musings of Mr. Green-jeans

who concurred with every damn thing

the Captain said.

And i'm a little child

and even I know the difference

between puppets and real people.

Real people smell funny.

Real people put their hands

inside of socks and wiggle

their index fingers and thumb

as if saying words.

But it's the person who always does

the talking. I figured that out

on my own.

When I die

people will think how silly

my hands were

and my fingernails will

glisten

just like this.

© 2015 h d e rushin


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Mr. Green Jeans played with Bob Crosby, though I don't think it was the Bobcats, and (I think) a lion cub bit his finger on air once, drawing blood, and he just stuck his hand in his pocket and kept going in character--I don't know what that all means, but I'm guessing you might. The little gestures, the little things we do and are....well, they may be remembered as silly things, but we're a pretty silly lot.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Knowing what's real vs what's not is a huge step for a child.
I still struggle with identifying phoney people.

I think it'd be fun to be a ventriloquist for a day.
I'd have some with it for sure. :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


amazing write...ventriloquists are interesting people. puppeteers who express themselves through the hands and then the mouths of their plastic creatures...

like in the movie "Magic", it is one way to face our demons and fears...a voice displaced, projected...

but as always...the person is still behind the feelings and words.

j.

Posted 10 Years Ago


h d e rushin

10 Years Ago

You remember Captain Kangaroo don't you Jacob? In those days there were no demons,
dead or al.. read more
jacob erin-cilberto

10 Years Ago

that's true...yes, i remember captain kangaroo...and Garfield Goose, Frazier Thomas...
shari .. read more
now i know your technique, you mix tears with that black powder to pen your words...that's why they glisten, heart-deep

Posted 10 Years Ago


h d e rushin

10 Years Ago

I think you've figured me out Ed.......dana
It's like stream of consciousness; keeping the reader guessing as to what they will read next. Love it!

Posted 10 Years Ago


h d e rushin

10 Years Ago

guessing is good for you Ruslan.....dana

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Added on May 22, 2015
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h d e rushin
h d e rushin

detroit, MI



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