the forgery of a brutish blasphemy

the forgery of a brutish blasphemy

A Poem by h d e rushin

So I was thinking,
How can Ben Carson go from Neurosurgery 
to this current iteration?
We finally took

the keys from mother
on  a morning with rainwater glow
with the Shakespearian  absorb
of a fairies, maple seedlings.

Relentlessly, she has refused to speak to us.
The world would be soaked with blood, i'm thinking.
The sexton would dig graves
from now to Kyrie's earths flat ending.

All of civilization that remains
has been saved.

© 2019 h d e rushin


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whoa Dana, the references!!!! She will get over it round about the time everyone forgets the flat earth statement. the world has a short term memory but civilization will never forget:) Good God I haven't laughed this hard reading a poem....ever

Posted 4 Years Ago


h d e rushin

4 Years Ago

you have to smile to keep from crying I guess Bad..lol. thanks for your comment....dana
he is a puzzle isn't he...and the world is starting to look flat the way things are going...
we will need another ark in case he does want to save a few to start over.
We need a mulligan...
j.

Posted 4 Years Ago


h d e rushin

4 Years Ago

thank you dear brother....we do need a startover..we need to capture all the opposing pieces of trut.. read more

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h d e rushin
h d e rushin

detroit, MI



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