O Atlanta, roseate dawn, the clodhoppers, hillbillies, rednecks, drunken dreams of murdering blacks; the gin mills still. Our fried chicken and Key lime pie and rickets. To drain all your swamps and touch a match, Seminoles forbidden drink. Save the dogs everywhere. In France by actual count, Count Blah Blah shot 885 pheasants in one day, his personal record. There was a story of a lost child who remained lost & starved to death hiding in a hollow log from both animals and searchers. Cuba is off there beyond the Tortugas, forever invisible; Isle of Pines where Crane wept, collecting tons of starfish and eels. Her love was committed to horses and poets weighing less than 150 lbs. I weigh 200 and was not allowed into her Blue Fuck Room. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUTIDANA: A DIRGE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES SONNET: OF THREE GIRLS AND OF THEIR TALK by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO THE MAGPIES IN PICARDY by T. P. CAMERON WILSON ANNIVERSARIUM BAPTISMI (2) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE COYOTE CHORUS by ANNE BIRDSALL IN IMMEMORIAM by EDWARD BRADLEY |