afterwardsA Poem by h d e rushinAfter chemo that old hair, caked with human mating; that solitary s**t that afro sheen and jerry-curl activator turned wellborn and fitted. I eulogize you as you drip away the plastic bodied, dissolved into that well defined gullet. (I still have the afro pic I bought from Charlie Drag in Trinidad his glowing hashish eyes; his shining handle bars. His bike in the dark dance. But sickness makes your long brows glisten.. so much so, your daughter runs her hands through the top of it brushing aside your sweat and stink then in large, true clumps like a Phoenician princess Zeus on his white bull, carries it off.
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