Medium Coke

Conjuring Georgia with Otis sang in solitude
Suffering vicarious Redding of Frisco Bay
Drowns the bluesman in soul appropriation
But preparing to circumscribe mine in New Orleans
Making sketches of the underground aviary
Generations of fans with no wings
Erasing the mojo colonial impulses take a needle to the third eye
Serving the State Man’s compulsion to procreate
Gaia on Frenchman Street day for night
Renouncing forevermore no Hoodoo spell or Loa devilment
But sole blackest of human urges to dominate.