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Rats In My Sunshine . . .

Updated on February 22, 2012

Hate the musky odor from crack in my floor. My eyes touch the rug

Hang over the dream of dreams sublime, and dang the rats in my sunshine.

Old moldy coat, the best I got. She needs to see me dress the best

My shoes grew bloody in time, but curse the rats in my sunshine.


No lights in her whoring mouth. And my cupboard's dusty Rye

Empty bottles tell a broken time. How big are the rats in my sunshine.

I hear her bustle. Smell her neck. I cared less for the gray haired skull.

I'm not much. She best be kind. I touch the rats in my sunshine.


One ship gone. Her mate sank too. With one schilling. Maybe a lie, no, two

Her pride borne in stone. Here my bottles are but bone

Her promiscuous bed forever laid in pine

And be merciful to us, you elder rats in my sunshine.


I'll gamble my last. A pretentious kiss to a ghostly past, dawn lost the rhyme

I cripple along. To her I'd belong. Singing overheard lies entwine

While shadows recall, I finally fall, while laughs the rats in my sunshine.

An eyelash coin. An hour, two hours, no more worth than a captain's dime


Now lay down, pray for droplets, you heartless rats in my sunshine.

A miser once. A lady twice. Maybe her empty grave will see

A faded step. To death we crept, never looking what eyes we had

Backs to his guns, she waves, sleeps with him and dines

While I watch with the rats in my sunshine.

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      Kenneth Avery 5 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Hello Dearest Susan . . .again, what warm comments you gave. I am humbled, again, by what you always say about these rather unorthodox poems that live in my heart. I appreciate that spelling lesson: STAR...is rats...I needed that. You take care and watch for Yellow Cabs today.

      Kenneth

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      Sueswan 5 years ago

      Dearest Kenneth,

      "Her promiscuous bed forever laid in pine"

      Powerful, heartwrenching, filled with so much pain, anger and sadness.

      Beautifully done. Rats spelled backward is star. Wishing you a life filled with twinkling stars. Screw the rats.

      Take care

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      Kenneth Avery 5 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Dear cat . . .you are welcome. I will be warm and safe when I hit the hay shortly. But YOU DO THE SAME. Okay?

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      catgypsy 5 years ago from the South

      Thanks Kenneth...you stay warm and safe too!

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      Kenneth Avery 5 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      DEAR catgypsy, My heartfelt thanks to you for your comment on this hub. I do appreciate that very much. I hope you have a great Friday and be watchful of the storms. Up my way it's dark, overcast and going to be 34 tonight. Wow.

      Kenneth

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      Kenneth Avery 5 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      April, thank you sincerely for your humbling comment. YOU cannot fathom just how difficult it was for me to put these "feelings" into print. It takes me about two days to get over one of these pieces, but with comments like yours and catgypsy's, I will be okay.

      Thanks.

      Kenneth

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      catgypsy 5 years ago from the South

      Very moving.

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      April Reynolds 5 years ago from Arizona

      wow kenneth, this is beautifully written and I really enjoyed reading it, even though it made me feel sad.

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      Kenneth Avery 5 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      I APPRECIATE THAT . . .Mark. And you, my friend, are right. It was all of the things you mentioned from a first-person standpoint of this old guy in his last

      day(s)laying probably on his wooden floor in his old,run down shack with cracks in the floor or maybe "crack" in his veins . . .and rats are a metaphor for the obstacles that prevented him from seeing and realizing what few moments of happiness he had in his life. "She" was not necessarily anyone of his love life, but he DID have this one girl whom he once loved and she was back in his life only for a moment before she went to her death bed. I think it would really hurt me to publish a sunny, cheerful poem, don't you?

      Thanks, Mark. I value your input. A lot.

      Kenneth

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      Kenneth Avery 5 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Thank YOU, Debbie . . .I appreciate your humbling remark. Just another one of "those" remorseful, regretful memories in abstract/prose form that needed to come out. I couldnt find the right artwork, but maybe next hub. Have a great day, my friend, Deb.

      Kenneth

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      Mark Pitts 5 years ago from United States

      I enjoyed this. It made me think of loss/frustration/anger/disappointment/sadness, all at the same time.

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      Deborah Brooks Langford 5 years ago from Brownsville,TX

      Kenneth awesome poem and very deep and moving. Kim is right does sound like a poem of loss. Love it

      voted way up

      Debbie

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      Kenneth Avery 5 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Hi, ImKarn, you are very perceptive. This is about a loss, but this person is within reach, but a million light years away. The pain is the same. Thanks for your warm thought. And the raspy voiced singer, Tom Waite, would be ideal for this if converted to lyrics.

      Kenneth

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      Kenneth Avery 5 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Hi, Kimberly . . .thank you, from my heart. It is on the border line of a poem, but really this is a study in metaphorical symbols, and I wish I could tell you what all they meant. I can say that most of these "thoughts" are from my life in the late 80's. I just cant put all the pain and depression into a workable hub. This is the only vehicle I have: Abstract/Prose.

      Thanks for your visit. I loved it.

      Kenneth

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      Karen Silverman 5 years ago

      So sorry for your loss! Deep and dark!

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      Kimberly Lake 5 years ago from California

      Awesome poem, sounds like a song. I enjoyed it! Voted up and awesome. Socially shared.