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.