Monday, February 13, 2012

Snakes Along the River



Snakes Along the River
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“at sunset,
snake river’s back
big muddy mississippi”
—Quincy Troupe,
“Snake-Back Solo,”
Avalanche
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Smoke, snakes, sugarcane—
Down along the levee river road
That’s where I got him

That’s where the kid worked—
The Audubon sugar factory
There on the campus

Back in the Sixties—
Hauling the sugarcane
The old fashioned way

Tractor-driven carts—
Hand-cut by machetes
Instead of machines

Down there next to the—
South Stadium dormitory
You could smell sugar

That’s what he smelled like—
Brown sugar oozing thru him
Salt water taffy thick
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Fumes from the chimney—
Years of Louisiana
Sugar industry

Many changes then—
The Cuban Revolution
The market changing

Doctors and lawyers—
Their families fleeing north
Away from Castro

The campus flooded—
Sugar engineering students
Looking for a job

End of an era—
Young blacks with their machetes
Cutting cane by hand

All slick & sweaty—
Picking him up after work
Going for a drive

Down south of campus—
Along the Mississippi
Legacy of snakes
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I got him loaded—
Felt him up & got him good
His slow sluggish snake

Helped him uncoil it—
Youngman Mississippi spluge
Thick as river mud

Riverbottom cum—
Long lanky rope of runny
Juju jizzy snot

I had to pay him—
Pull it outta him slowly
Dollars by the inch

He had this big slit—
It musta been an inch long
Cumming in 2 streams

One hitting my face—
Other oozing outta him
Drooling down my throat

Brown sugar legacy—
Heading south for New Orleans
Then down to the Gulf

Babyboy sweet cum—
Belly-button eyes popping out
Boner spirit mine
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The look on my face—
Greedy whiteboy wanting it
Needing it real bad

In love with black guyz—
Reaming arpeggios
High-pitched deep-male love

Black boner badboy—
Wrinkling his nose feeling it
Comin outta him

Snakes along the river—
Young skulls turning inside out
Slack-faced deadly grin

Oozing his brains out—
I got every squirt I could
Dracula’s daughter

Distended dinge beauty—
Snake-eyes in the backseat
My mother’s Cadillac

Dinge queen faggot—
Cannibal of cum that’s me
Dinge headhunter queen

I wasn’t bashful—
I had cold gravedigger lips
I could raise the dead

Got my tongue up there—
Deep into his tightly clenched
Quivering rectum

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Mississippi snakes—
Anaconda badboyz know
I needed python love

I needed it real bad—
And I paid him good for it
All black ten inches

His Congo cobra—
Heart of Darkness kinky pubes
Teenage heart-throb jizz-job

He let me have it—
He charged me by the wad
$100 a delirious shot

Lucky my mother was rich—
An old Delta Bourbon family
My aristocratic queer lips

No wonder I’m spoiled—
I got enough outta him
To make the kid limp

Gimpy, bow-legged—
Each testicle swollen with
A nasty hickie

Tattooed black & blue—
Pealing back pouty foreskin
His pink swollen head

It isn’t pretty—
But I wasn’t looking for
A nice rose garden

The down & dirty—
Deep South Louisiana
Snakes along the river

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