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A Poem by h d e rushin

they say of shame that it's capacity stays with you forever

and that's why I keep my poems in boxes. Because you never

know when you might rise from the gurney they've strapped you

to before lethal injection needing an Al Green or

Coltrane album, only to stumble across something you've loved.

Only that what you thought was black pepper was

mouse droppings, but for that brief moment you pretended

that black pepper could magically walk itself into your

upstairs attic, course through the shackling of those last words

and sprinkle itself onto what remains of sentiment and confession.

What unwilling role will I play in the afterlife?

What nomad will I meet carrying large cakes of salt

to trade for the poem I wrote in 86 of thirst? I dreamed.

I loved, sometimes hard. I cried out loud with the

others who's fragile hearts the mouse's too, treaded on.

© 2017 h d e rushin

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Alessander

"they say of shame that it's capacity stays with you forever"

Great opening.

And I love the details of gurney, Coltrane, peppers, droppings...

It feels all tangential, or somehow random, but it all ties together.

Also, did you mean" whose" as opposed to "who's"?

Posted 8 Years Ago

8 Years Ago

thanks Alessander for those kind remarks my friend and for the correction....always appreciated...d.. read more

8 Years Ago

no problemo. I miss typos too,. Like I missed "it's" instead of "its" :)

jacob erin-cilberto

finding that poem for the future encounter...yes.

but also the legacy of poems you will leave, dana...
those will be in your attic and others will find the remains...and their enjoyment from your words will be the "role you will play"---

your poems are so real and so magic for other poets to get inspiration from.

i love the black pepper/mouse droppings reference..i am going to be very careful when i eat anything with pepper on it from now on.
j.