Velvet

Velvet

A Poem by h d e rushin

the last I saw of it
was in Dad's casket, plush below
his head they shaved, piled flat
and puckered his lips to smile
with plastic filler and velum. 
Where has all the velvet of
the world gone? The close,
furry hides of animals
lone gone on to hibernation,
or the faux smoothing tapestry of
single threads on horned beasts living
off vegetation high on cliffs, in books
with pictures close to the bottom of the
shelf in the downtown library. I had
a velvet hat

I wore often after "The Mack" when
I was figuratively trying to escape
this image of my tongue
touching the roof of my mouth.
But the tiger on the black background
of the paintings on my bedroom wall, or
the dangling dice from the rear view mirror
in uncles Ford Galaxie 500/ anything
by means of something else but not
what we think of when the trees
bend low

and the jungles are deforested
and the icebergs melt to sonance like
Good Humor, Strawberry Short Cakes. Or
Anything furthest from our faces  but
soft, smooth
pink-piled and lost.

© 2021 h d e rushin


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h d e rushin
h d e rushin

detroit, MI



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