SOUTHERN VISIONS


Mississippi Morning

 

Aye, Eye, I, Hi!

Doublest welcomest

Budding Magnolia

Youallcomebacknow,

Isn't it so.

 

So green, so grow,

Sow tippytoe taluppa row,

With soldiers tall

Beneath the pines,

So brave and beautiful,

A misty mourning memory.

 

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Southern Discomfort

 

Bridge the tender boundaries

of the sexes,

pitted in a see-saw warfare,

one-up

down one,

Ying yang humans

somewhat fitted

seek in combat mockery

contact

real companionship

Veiled by the pretense of a crime.

He no she the apple tempted ate.

 

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Stone Mountain


Behold

bake bleedy red

bald cranium

of mothered meditation.

Lie down upon

the clod cake earth

to feel the trembling heart

Beat out remembered moccasins,

the boots and hooves,

the caterpillars

crawling on the corpse of inspiration,

Handle shaking God's own gift,

the never gotten land.

 

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On the Train to Baltimore

 

Agate eyes of black boy

burr the suit

of one old colored man.

His face a loam of fertile legend,

hair a billow foam of broom,

he yet with gold-banded watch

guides younger vision

land triumphant

over rails their wracking forebears

laid so hotly down.

Threading mountains made by white men,

tape and wire, tie and tomb,

train beset by obsolescence

leads him to ancestral home.

Mirrored lad inquisitive

omegas promised land

within his ancient afro eyes.


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