DEVIL LEE BATWING ANGEL GRAVY
homesteading the subconscious
mojo thumb-goo in the marsala
this is the indical rosary of
eight fingers in the forehead
devil lee is coaxing
the wildfire with his icecube knuckles
thousand fingered brush
strumming his berg tip flotilla
grin
causing the frontal lobe to ripen
the skull carved into a waiting flower:
tiparillo haze and washboard shimmy
threading jampala thru carnelian cave
& around the tip of the maypole
got the special jimmy wire
spray of spider silk
orange blossom facial
sacred curds' sky flow
hotlick in the hare's pointillist zag
diagram of stars in cat's cradle
tension release.
o devil lee...
mortar & pestling scarlet spy paste
robert e. lee re-emerges as a chocolate
goose
the tulips long flattened
the white russian
is spilled and the field is in the
juke
:the badlands have migrated in dead of night
setting up shop in the
collective subconsciousnesses between
jackson
& shaw, mississippi.
honeyboy edwards is swinging the scorpion bag
like a bull roarer
between the crisscrossed
songsticks of legba |
prince buster
|
and the cahokia birdman:
hollergrams.
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sickle wrist possession. simbi crossing how many paths?
the mojo bag is coalescing. simbi's green green flag.
do not dream of papa legba mammy mask. simbi slither.
beware of images made with black flour. white moan simbi.
good luck on your journey...
simbi smuggled in broad daylight.
fieldwork at an
unknown RPM: the faux veve pas-pas (alas) returned|||
| | | | bricoleur in a seven-sea skirt
hollergrams form the choctaw grandma
in a mis-spelled crypt
she's making it rain at our reunion
straight into a bay rum bottle
blue bellied thunder uncoiling in the rafters
ogun under the hood
of the pick-up with a rachet
slide notes from a patched guitar
auntie shaka making bird mudras & barbeque beans
stirring secret rocks in the soup tureen
with a slotted spoon
(devillee sixhundredsixtysixthcousinremoved stagolee)
may and the lower forty is ploughed
...beware of images made with black flour...
the moon streaks up the back window of the falcon
it's honey dipped and covered in flies
do not dream of papa legba mammy mask
cousins go off in the woods on horses
or fall about in the ditches
smelling of may wine and bourbon
(beltane is baking)
garter snakes tongue through leaves in the corn patch
the blue rider swings from the old oak tree
then comes down and takes a path to the river
cleared of thorns,
daubbed in in st. john the revelator oil
(the mojo bag is coalescing)
submerge me a little longer than i think i can stand
and i'll rise again to bird land...
mambo aloof obsession gallop special
orange fractal |
| blossom ditch
o yemaya! blue porpoises to bottleneck the bricklayer!
send him to the ground.
powder the skull.
carbonize the grin of mirrors:
black chrome.
"...eleven, twenty-one"
black chrome black chrome black chrome:
legba spiral
wedo circles
damballah-uh
damballah-uh
"good luck on your journey"
Amy Trussell
A. di Michele