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harlem’s passions

21 Thursday Feb 2013

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Hang it [up]. Fifteen and catechistic.
Sixteen and masochistic. Seventeen
with your fatalism. Eighteen odd sick
years. I’m down on Harlem, who sighs between
my thighs. Soixante neuf, as the French like it.
We like it too. Harlem runs her fingers
through my hair. Somewhere out there the spirit
of the southern witches is singing hers
to life, “twice burned britches.” Aren’t we all, ma’am?
sing for Marie Laveau on St. John’s Eve.
Sing for Harlem’s passions and the red lamb
that rides the night of the ram. Sing and leave.
We’re done. Harlem is all over my face.
Lick me clean, lover, down to the last trace.

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Notes:

Marie Laveau (1794 – 1881) was a New Orleans priestess of Voodoo, renowned in her time throughout all of Louisiana.

St. John’s Eve is on June 23-24.

i’ll feed you all

12 Saturday Jan 2013

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“She’s a gumbo cooker and an alligator whipper
make a dead man jump and shout.”
Elkie Brooks, “Mojo Hannah”

 

I mixed the powdered leaves of thyme that grow
on the slopes of Levant, roasted wormwood,
greens and Dead Sea salt into a gumbo
to please you. You were hungry, understood
I was the source of your food. I called on
the dead and their honey-melon cravings.
I’ll feed you all. Eon after eon
you did not forget such pleasant drippings
between your lips. We all have rot, wearied,
endless needs. I pity you poor zombies
and all that you must endure just to feed
down on Canal Street among quiet trees.
Taste this, love, a kitchen witch, ringed, tattooed,
taught me this gumbo; the dead’s favorite food.

mojo hannah

20 Tuesday Nov 2012

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I’m taking four strands of your hair
And a five dollar bill
I’m gonna put it in a letter,
I’m gonna drop it in the mail
I’m gonna send it to a woman
That a friend of mine told me about
She’s a gumbo cooker and an alligator whipper
Make a dead man jump and shout

Talking about a woman named Hannah
Down in Louisiana
Oh, she’s a mojo worker
She’s gonna work that thing for me
She’s gonna hear my misery
And I know he’ll be coming on home soon

She don’t wear fancy stitches
All she wears is a man’s britches
And now and then she takes a little sip
She’s got a forty-five on her hip
She’s built up a reputation in the southern land
Saturday night about twelve o’clock
You know she voodoos the voodoo man

Talking about a woman named Hannah
Down in Louisiana
Oh, she’s a mojo worker
She’s gonna work that thing for me
She’s gonna hear my misery
And I know he’ll be coming on home soon

Mojo Hannah, she’s the best in all the land
Mojo Hannah, I know she’s gonna find my man

I’m gonna be sitting there by the railroad track
And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
He’ll be coming back

I’m taking four strands of your hair
And a five dollar bill
I’m gonna put it in a letter,
I’m gonna drop it in the mail
I’m gonna send it to a woman
That a friend of mine told me about
She’s a gumbo cooker and an alligator whipper
Make a dead man jump and shout

Talking about a woman named Hannah
Down in Louisiana
Oh, she’s a mojo worker
She’s gonna work that thing for me
She’s gonna hear my misery
And I know he’ll be coming on home soon

She gonna work it
She gonna work it out
Work your mojo, Hannah
Work your mojo
Work that thing for me
Work that thing for me…