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:

Mosquitoes fly out my head.

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