by Ariane Scott
Hoodoo Mama’s ‘bout to have a
a breakthrough, yes she is,
spirit’s short but she got bounce and
that’s what it’s all about, aint it,
the way we bounce, the way we blues?
No time for small tears or tall regrets
so ante up, here comes the magic hour,
fling your heart in a crusty jar and she’ll
dance circles, chalk ‘tween teeth
and trust me, honey, you aint never
seen a dance like hers-
She singin doo wa, gimme some pickled heat,
so cooooold swayin to this beat and what’s
your name anyhow, baby, who let you in
and what you bring?
She got garden out back, heart soakin above
but she outta seed and outta love and all
the bedposts be sawed off, set in the bed
these days ‘steada round it, quarter-splayed,
four way slice, diagonal divide,
heaven and hell two times over triangle-style
but she don’t see it, baby, no she don’t
she say don’t you know hoodoo
got nothin to do with snugglin wood?
Yeah, we know you, Hoodoo Mama,
no time for small tears or tall regrets,
no time for sleepin and no time for rollin
so why not spell this snooze, spring it to fire,
a dodge and a drop and you’re on the floor
singin doo waa, witchy woman watchin burnin beds
and I’m just glad I hung them bones above my own.
Posted on 06/05/2010
Copyright © 2021 Ariane Scott
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Jim Benz on 04/11/11 at 12:14 AM|
"Now go and seek your fortune, darling." Or at least your happiness and bon vivant. Which, I have no doubt, you are doing. More power to you. Just don't disappear ...
|Posted by Jim Benz on 04/11/11 at 02:05 AM|
Actually, I know the irony of that "seek your fortune" line. So, you know...forget it, I guess.