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Mosquitoes
Fly Out My Head
By Rudolph Lewis To
my lover’s house in
New Orleans East
I drive VW recklessly, 3am
And she’s not home
Orange ants crawl on raw flesh
testing whether I'm as strong
as truth in the mind
Hot coals dancing on my brain
Creole women are a mystic
sensuality
she's cold, hard as
gris-gris
I burn a St. Barbara candle
by her upturned photo
I pour alcohol on a rising flame
I'm murderous blue
It's a day before Xmas
& I need one kind favor
A ringing phone unanswered
ominous as graveyard dirt
In cigarette smoke, she's
the devil's daughter-in-law
my mojo on her thighs, smoking killer drugs
I'm slobbering "44
Blues"
I'm rumbling. I can't stand no more lies:
my dice rolling, tumbles on snake eyes
Mosquitoes fly out my head.
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