Tony Moffeit

new orleans blues scratchin in the alley (got my blues) chickenman too itchin in the kitchen (that's the way it was) she was sweeter than death cutting loose fat oysters from mother-of-pearl (while the jazz band blew) desire and the voodoo king coltrane's after the rain (the air so heavy, man) the slow movement of the ceiling fan the conjure of the black cat bone mimes like mannikins (not yet, baby, not yet) i was born ready she said rooster blues in pirate alley she knew how to move to the mood (how to shed her skin) watch out, now the signs the signals the secret energies the signatures of the spirit the patterns of the leaves (not much difference between poets and voodoo kings) been gone (yeah baby) comin back to bourbon street (get back) whatcha say, man, you got the feelin (baby, get down) catch as catch can time's a rollin ********************************************** giving birth to thunder sam two deer walks with a cane on taos plaza indian wino with one bad eye i give him a quarter and he says it's important that you get to the origin of things the origination all is one one is all and if you know this you can figure out the connections says yeah i have a weakness cherry wine is my weakness says his name is two deer because he is one of twins says he can control the weather give birth to thunder says white man black man indian it makes no difference we're all the same under the skin all just as important as the others rare to find a brother like you, though, and i laugh yeah, i like that laugh a lot he says come closer come closer i want to tell you something you've got the sign believe me i know i see things others do not see i mean it now you've got the sign and i see it and hey you got another quarter? ********************************************** fever water bed of fire the night caught in our throats marguerita sheets full of whispers and the lightning voice of crickets your body slides in slow motion fever water bed of fire blood beating like a hammer on an indian drum the wind a blue ghost banging the screen door and all the energies of adobe streets leap like flames licking the sky nerves bursting planets splitting spine tingling moist air pulling on the nerve ends moonlight a spread for devil shadows dancing on the walls

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