Friday, March 19, 2010

rite

Congo between her ears
flambeau darkens the rite
charcoal minimizes cotton
between his ears
the horse and the goat Simbi
eat us all
voudoun o
telesalesmen, lambs, bones

the body will not hold
bold running
smoking.

6 comments:

Jenny Enochsson said...

This made me think of Dr John's "Gris Gris" and Conrad.

Dark, menancing and smoldering.

Really fabulous piece, PO!

Francis Scudellari said...

This definitely casts a spell. I like the comparison to Conrad Jenny makes.

human being said...

.

the rite of reversals
jumping down
to soar a longer while
tangling in
the modern web of a spider
we are all part of

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PO Johnson said...

Jenny - Thank you. I love the song you mentioned.

Francis - Yeah. He is very good.

hb - An enchanting poem. Thank you.

Tom said...

I got a bit nervous when reading this one. :)

Claude Limoges said...

Yea. This conjures voodoo. Powerful.