BOYZ OF THE DARK HOUSE

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Penis Pigmentation
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—for Noel Polk

“…Bon at birth had
physical characteristics—
skin pigmentation, hair
texture, lip thickness…”
—Noel Polk, “The Artist
as Cuckold,” Children of
the Dark House.

Young Bon’s black penis—
Something Eulalia tried
To hide from Sutpen.

Something so telling—
It gave away her secret
Haitian Family.

Hiding it from him—
The Delta Bourbon Master
His son’s dick was black!!!

“something that identified
him as black, but which
disappeared as he got
older…”
—Noel Polk, “The Artist
as Cuckold,” Children of
the Dark House

Bon’s negroid secret—
It wouldn’t go away tho,
Instead it just grew.

Like any penis—
It entered Adolescence
And grew with boy.

Soon he was a man—
With a dark dinge male secret
Deep in his closet.

”so that he could
enroll at the University
of Mississippi and pass
as white all of his life.”
—Noel Polk, “The Artist
as Cuckold,” Children of
the Dark House

Until then the Secret—
Could stay hidden from people
In the View Carré.

Bon even married—
An octoroon young beauty
And fathered a son.

And Henry Sutpen—
Didn’t get to know it either
Except in the dark.

“gender problematics
drip from nearly every
line he ever wrote”
—Noel Polk, “The Artist
as Cuckold,” Children of
the Dark House

Such dinge closetry—
We’re led to believe somehow
Prevailed in the dorm.

Poor naïve Henry—
Like Joe in Light in August
Made love only then…

When darkness concealed—
What Eulalia & Sutpen knew:
Bon had a black dick.

“a marker and vehicle
for illegal sexuality,
expulsion, self-loathing”
—Toni Morrison,
“Romancing the Shadow,”
Playing in the Dark

It was beautiful—
A truly magnificent
Engorged Carib cock!!!

Used now for revenge—
By Eulalia and her lawyer
For nefarious love.

To get even with—
The haughty Sutpen’s Hundred
Delta Bourbon Lord.

“triangles rife with
homo- and hetero-
erotic implications”
—Noel Polk, “The Artist
as Cuckold,” Children of
the Dark House

Bon the Beautiful—
Let himself be used that way
He despised Henry.

He was such a fop—
A Big Easy bon vivant
So stylish & svelte.

One has to wonder—
Was the grand Sutpen Design
That was his, worth it?

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“Does Faulkner’s
Absalom! Absalom!
after its protracted
search for the telling
African blood…”
—Toni Morrison,
“Romancing the Shadow,”
Playing in the Dark
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“I’m the nigger
that’s going to
sleep with your sister”
—William Faulkner,
Absalom, Absalom

But Bon also said—
“I’m the nigger who’s already
Slept with you, Henry.”

“Who’s going to sleep—
With Judith your nice sister
And fuck her silly.”

“Usurping Sutpen—
Taking back what is all mine.
My own Dynasty.”

“So it’s the
miscegenation not
the incest, which you
cant bear?”
—William Faulkner,
Absalom, Absalom

But Colonel Sutpen—
Spills the beans on Charles Bon
His dinge secret past.

And there in that tent—
During Shiloh way back then
Reveals Bon’s secret.

Bon the Beautiful—
Henry’s beloved lover
Had a big black penis.

“the darker impulses
toward incest and
homoeroticism that
he cannot face”
—Noel Polk, “The Artist
as Cuckold,” Children of
the Dark House

And what makes it worse—
Henry has gone to bed with
Bon nude in the dark.

He’s sucked Bon off—
And been fucked by him all night
In the dorm darkness.

Henry is perplexed—
And now Bon wants to fuck
His sister as well!!!

“…the telling African
blood, leave us with
just such an image of
snow and the eradication
of race? Not quite.”
—Toni Morrison,
“Romancing the Shadow,”
Playing in the Dark

Not quite, my dear—
The blood of African kings
Still is unfathomable.

There in the closet—
Both impenetrable and
Inarticulate.

Black as Voodoo night—
Just the opposite of white
Kilimanjaro…

“modernism—being
hip, sophisticated,
ultra-urbane.”
—Toni Morrison,
“Romancing the Shadow,”
Playing in the Dark

So that even now—
Things go bump in the night
In the dinge closet.

Not just a mere drop—
But the manly Mandingo
Tree & Root itself.

Flowing thru Henry—
Etienne and Jim Bond
Even now thru us…

“But then I stopped
reading as a reader
and began to read
as a writer.”
—Toni Morrison,
“Black Matters,”
Playing in the Dark

That’s why I’m writing—
This new Gay Delta Review
Blogosphere Dinge Lit.

That’s why I’m writing—
About Tyrone my handsome
Young dinge kid brother.

That’s why I’m writing—
And playing in the darkness
For Yoknapatawpha…