A sweet disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness;
A lawn about the shoulders thrown
Into a fine distraction;
An erring lace, which here and there
Enthrals the crimson stomacher;
A cuff neglectful, and thereby
Ribands to flow confusedly;
A winning wave, deserving note,
In the tempestuous petticoat;
A careless shoe-string, in whose tie
I see a wild civility:
Do more bewitch me, than when art
Is too precise in every part.
(By Robert Herrick)
i remember tired, washed-out women
warning us young’uns
with his name -
“Uncle Charlie’s gonna come,
gonna come out here
and get you.”
i remember we believed it.
i remember the good ol’ boys
rounding up a posse
fueled by boredom
and Pabst Blue Ribbon
every damn time
he went up for parole.
Another offering by this Talented poet and short story author.
Heard this on the radio today and it brought back a flood of memories. Thank god for college radio.