DINGE QUEEN II

DINGE QUEEN II
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The Lavender Letter

“worthless tideless
rock cooling in the
last crimson evening”
—William Faulkner,
Go Down, Moses

Hawthorne had his own—
Last crimson evening back
Then without a doubt.

The Scarlet Letter—
Classic nineteenth-century
Closetry fiction.

The same Ledgers there—
Hidden in the Custom House
Faulkner’s worthless key.

His own threatened self—
The same tricks & plots for his
Progenitive text.

Superimposing—
The manuscript record of
Adultery back then.

Expanding it to—
Modernist dimensions of
Worthless crimson tides.

The Salem witch trials—
Mr. Surveyor Pue tells
The tale of Hester Prynne.

Lavender Lips

Just look at my lips—
See how puce & bruised they are
My black & blue lips?

A sheer give-away—
Tyrone makes them look that way
Twisted & purple.

They pout all the time—
The witches don’t burn fags now
They just sneer at them.

They know I like it—
They all know I’m a dinge queen
Queer for my brother.

Do you think I care?—
Hardly my dear, knowing what
I knew only so well.

The more I got him—
The more I wanted him bad
Africa was mine.

Just an illusion—
That Old Black Magic had me
Zimbabwe Zombies!!!

Zimbabwe Zombie

“Did you love them Caddy
did you love them?”
—William Faulkner
The Sound and the Fury

I had these wetdreams—
It sounds so embarrassing
But his cum caused them.

And it wasn’t just—
Melville size-queen fantasies
They came to me soon…

I’d go to sleep then—
Tasting Tyrone’s young manhood
Crawling like a slug.

Leaving long runny—
Slug-tracks all the way down my
Starved cocksucker throat.

That’s when they’d come out—
Nocturnal emission ghosts
Bon’s black brotherhood.

It’s like they were just—
Waiting for me to do him
To get Tyrone off.

Squirmy nightcrawlers—
They came out at night after
I got Tyrone off.

The Future Ledgers

“Chinese and African
and Jew, all breed and
spawn together until
no man has time to
say which on e which
nor cares”
—William Faulkner,
Go Down, Moses

That’s how they all came—
Like from some future ledger
Written out in sperm.

Afro-American jizz—
Not just words & images
All McCaslin-esque.

More like the real thing—
Tyrone was like Percival
And I was like Buck.

Oral intercourse—
Joe Christmas & the others
Tallahatchie bones.

Mississippi Delta—
Old Man River born again
Down my greedy throat.

Guilty attractions—
Me up on the slave block now
I be Tyrone’s slave.

“Gawd, his own brother!”—
But I just couldn’t help it
It’s a long story…

Judith Sutpen

“the nigger that’s
going to sleep with
your sister”
—William Faulkner,
Absalom, Absalom

It was like marriage—
Like “pure & perfect incest”
Offing the Colonel.

Henry in the tent—
Choosing Bon the Beautiful
Over his father.

Shot by the Yankees—
That sad night after Shiloh
Both of them riding.

Riding back home to—
Marry Judith & live then
A ménage-a-trois.

Choosing both incest—
And miscegenation to
Be Delta Bourbons.

Their own Dynasty—
Bon, Judith, Henry Sutpen
Mississippi Dinge.

And from their fair loins—
A new Sutpen Family
Genealogy….