drought flav.

drought flav.

A Poem by h d e rushin

 

 

 

It appears your account is overdue, payment has not been made or we were unable

to process your payment using your current payment method. Which is a clinical way

 

of saying were cutting, discontinueing, disconnecting, suspending, cancelling, calling in,

foreclosing on you with the pink slips we send like the dirty underpants of little girls

 

who played tag with friends, under the swings, after the hard rain.Press 0 to speak to

an agent or login to our account with that outdated computer with the frozen mother board

 

and the half-wit processor. Start again by making your account current. Just leave everything

emplace before you cancel yourself out. Before you become thin as silk from the grinding

 

filature, where the reeled spools of men stack themselves like bear browns and barn grays

like the nest of the figwasp (in the foliage not the leaves) or whisper pale whispers

 

like that old dobbin quiet horse on the drought sticken Illinois corn farm, begging for rain.

any f****n rain, like abra-cadabra the sky can open up with the shout of the magical charm

and the purest mixture of relief and abstractionism can soak the fields again and fill the silos

 

as ampulla and sanctanomy. Why pray for that when you can pray for the brisling, cool

that flushes over the short sleeved, still coarse hairs of filament on sundrenched burled arms.

 

Whether the barn is chockfull of word choice or eponym for the poems I feel deep in my bones

when passing the cattle auction and whether you're a lifelong rancher or a family farmer

 

you taste the emptiness in the ferriage or the fertilizer like the grit in the sweaty eyepatch.

Between you and I, I hate summer. Often shackeled to the rattle of the spinning fan,

 

drinking my cornsyrup grape drink habitually and full thronged.

The fetor of the cat litter im'e too damn exhausted to change

 

not for the cat,

but for me.

© 2012 h d e rushin


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you slosh words 'round like paint. so colorful!
fdbk: discontinuing

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I started reading and had a thought of someone who would appreciate these words and where they were going so I carried the words away to a friend before came back and finished reading.

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A Poem by h d e rushin