sailing south

[amuse]

he tipped his hat
grinned at me
i looked straight
in his eyes
into the depths of the
dirty south as
he gripped the
pommel,
started to ride.

the girl before him
'most
lost her shirt,
thank goodness
the bull tossed her
first and the
one before - well
well she
shared with us what
was under her skirt

something like freaknik,
all the girls out
to play -
but then he started
to ride...
and i could hear,
yes i could hear

the mississipi
delta along the banks of
the crowd,
taking me slowly,
slowly downstream.



*there was a fair on campus yesterday

[mono]

In this particular piece, you use more casual language than usual, which makes the subject easy, for the reader, to identify. The articles of clothing mentioned (hat, pommel, shirt, skirt), I think, play an odd role in the poem, keeping it 'down-to-earth,' so to speak, but later transcends in phrases like 'into the depths of the / dirty south,' and 'hearing the Mississippi delta.'
Beautiful, amuse. ;)