The Hoodoo Queen of New Orleans
she half naked +freeze in a doorway New Orleans a white guy
with a Snidely Whiplash stache fingers her long greasy hair
dance pig dance! (Waiting for Godot Samuel Beckett)
i am on my way to see Indians it’s legal to say that word in
Nola where legal is a relative term i step over gilded splinters
potholes my blistersbleed onto urinesoaked streets
where Indians dance free
then there’s Lightening Lee RIP he who kisses me on a soon crepey
cheek spittle hitting husband #3 teeth white +glinting masticating
blinis in the outskirts Siberia on St. Claude Nola 2013
later on our cab is late we wait +wait the heavens open all biblical +Noah
a lean man lying on the pavement screams YUPPIES! who me?! a barker
with the voice of a bell chants there is a house
the sun has set
the gloaming begins lighting the Vieux blue a steamboat sits on the river
about to light out for the territories ahead whilst this Becky T returns to
a frozen tundra +10yrs a slave
at a retirement rez
in year 8 a woman named Gay Gahzint says to me: i was in the Holocaust
but i never thought i’d end up in a place like this her hand shaking skeletal
my old mother-inmate simultaneously stroking+kicking my black🖤heart
Nola fades
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Winter 2025 ..where’s the Gris Gris man when u really need him?..🖤🖤
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