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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