Neo-Delta Blues/the pink-neck version
Neo-Delta Blues/the
pink-neck version
Ole Miss woman be low-cotton wild
around midnight,
white lightening talking to her tongue
about the boy she tricked to hang
when Prince Charming failed to rise,
an insult to her peach-green eye,
an anxiety for her thigh.
She be boll-weevil evil
around midnight,
a brass maiden
in an icebox of desire, an algorithm
of woman scored and scorned
as her lust came dripping down.
Ole Miss woman be strange fruit wild
around midnight,
when her blues belch in her groin,
and the trump losers use her
for a Faulkner rug
designed for a golden shower and a shrug.
Jerry W. Ward, Jr. May 28, 2018
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