Friday, December 17, 2010

delta autumn

delta autumn

“soon now
they would
enter the
—william faulkner,
“delta autumn,”
uncollected stories

the sensation’s like—
being back somewhere again
where rivers begin

the mississippi—
down by the lush levee
smoking a fat joint

down south of campus—
in the dumpy cadillac
queer quentin with that

stricken look on his—
face as dalton ames tells him
to fuckin’ shut up

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