Waking Past Midnight: Selected Poems
Collins, Floyd Waking Past Midnight collects elements of the rough South and life as a teenager on the Delta, tinged with threat and violence. In my late teens a pewter flask Rode my hip and I tucked in my right boot An eight-inch blade crafted in dimpled bone. I didn't court trouble, but knew cemeteries Were full of coffins, their rubber gaskets > In Greenwood, Mississippi, my maternal Grandfather primed his rage with bonded Whiskey. He loved to roll the bo...