black Whiskey in a dixie cup
and I`ve had my troubles
I tell you what
laid uncle jesse on the copper line
played 13 roulette
with my talkin` clit
loaded her with guns
and emptying clips, my slugs
have all become saviors `n saints
brass-trash silver-bullet and fuck me-blue
smothered in a lynch man`s residue
only coonhounds have a nose to follow…
and I swallows, nothin` hollow
this side of the Mississippi, Misses-hit-me;
I feel tipsy throttle sexy
when he sexts me
down that hangman`s cry me a riv`a
`specially when he trails my trail
legs ta limbs an` breaks my hymns
like cock`s in a bitch-hens den
I can feel them eggs startin` to soil
an` if I can`ts reach my sweet georgia peach
then I`m sure he`ll preach
with his paddles an` swats,
breakin` me in, churnin` me out
with his bibles an` ridin` crops
right `fore he sends me back to daddy
to water his cummunal roses,
I grabs his pew and spew
‘our father’s` hellelujah an` all men ~
but there`s a tyranny
in his biscuits and eyes, and gravy blues
they`s don`t lie but rather try
to smoke pipe the tails
of old tymers and christian folk
just ‘fore they hung that bitch
by her purty throat, her bodily
a squabblin`, lookin’ for hope
towards the heaven`s sky,
an `all she saw, he say,
was the devil dealin` appalachian moonshine,
an` her mama`s bluesy cries,
an` homemade cherry pie coolin`
on a window sill near her black whiskey
in a dixie cup
I love the imagery and the rhyme scheme :) I don’t know what Ram-Rage is? sounds like you’re angry…?
Hey there, Val … to answer your question: Ramrage poetry is a scatterbrain of speed rampage jargon either or on the very edge of rage. Hope this helps;)
~Devlin
I really loved this piece and for some reason I cant tell you why…but I really do….:) Thanks for a nice read…
I thank you kindly, Philip;)