in Dothan

in Dothan

A Poem by h d e rushin
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"then Joseph went over the hills of Dothan and his brothers saw him afar coming towards them. They knew him by his bright garment and said to another "look, that dreamer is coming" Genesis 31:37

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Hey 2020, pull over.
I'll get out right here and walk the rest of the way home.
Thank you, but i'll be the black one alone form now on, what with my
shifting values and my prostate the size of that "Chinese disease".  Look what it is to have
forgotten that it is this path we've traipsed through our wildernesses with our prejudice and our bitterness  behind us. 
Is fear our new crush, after loneliness aligned our limbs with the stars; after we've driven a nail into the lips of our lovers? That sonance of sinkholes, underground streams, cellulite and undereye bags that even the Hindu God of love cant fill?. And then kaput! Our hospital system is hopelessly outmoded for the influx, no gloves enough, no ventilators,
few emergency nurses with people dying or dying to get in. From the bullet wounds of the black boys to the white boys wanting to shoot up the church only to decide to turn the gun on themselves. Yes, that new light/ that place so sorghum sweet and juicy stalks and it's true:  I wear the poets coat of many colors.  The Hopi did that agriculture dance with dolls for their deified ancestors and still the ground
got so f****n hard, lol. Cant comb your hair with the straw of charged imago, no more than you can plant a seed
in the dirt if it refused to let you. The "virus" my mother mumbles as she tries to swallow her third pill of the night from bottles she calls me to open, like the strangest butterfly that chokes on the puss of sourgrass but pretends it cruciform. "Reminds me of Georgia in 38,  she says". Fable has it that the old can sense when a storm is coming by the throbbing in their corns/ when the courtship of their big toes, having triumphed the long roads of heresy, break away from the roaring pack,
and fly off. 

© 2020 h d e rushin


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2020 is moving too fast to even try to jump off dear Dana as I have said before and will say again this time these perils will make us or break us I am hoping that the collective eyes of humanity wake up to the reality of what's truly important and focus on what we are doing to create these disasters we have an entire continent (or two) swarmed with locust the worse since 1950's and it doesn't even get much of a blurb on the news you keep live animals in a stressed situation in a tightly packed market and you wonder how we can get a cross species virus? come on folks think

Posted 4 Years Ago


h d e rushin

4 Years Ago

a true story Bad: I wandered into a Muslim market on the border of Hamtramck the other day to purcha.. read more
yes, there is a storm now....and it is one we didn't see coming in time...or didn't react to in time...
and for so many years we found ways to destroy each other with hate, prejudice and whatever else we could throw into the funneled mess...maybe this is our lesson...we distanced from each other because we have to be...but in some way we are still coming together to fight this...maybe we can stay together when it is through.
Yes, 2020 please pull over and let me out....
i want a New Year and a chance to start over.


Posted 4 Years Ago


h d e rushin

4 Years Ago

I read just this morning where Franklin Graham has blamed this virus on the gays, abortion rights an.. read more

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Added on March 24, 2020
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