some of the best poems i've ever read are in this book. i can't pick out just a few, crib death stands as a whole as a collection.
comparable to the first time i heard howlin wolf's spoonful, or killin' floor, but likely better.
reminds me of hot nights in the ozarks lookin out at black water from the dock and wondering, is there something out there...is it death? is it the dark heart that points ever south? is it jilted love? or look, there's the moon, reflected double image on the black water.