Morte d'DJ

__________________________________________ Morte d'DJ—The Black Angel __________________________________________

Twelve Dayz in the Life of a Dinge Queen — Twelve dayz, my dear, for each black 12 inch Epic story of my so-called jaded Delta low-life Going Down on a Young Black Moses Doing the Down-low much too much __________________________________________

Down here on my Delta Bourbon knees — I worship your memory now with these Words My black teenage Rod of Aaron stud My dark sullen adolescent Seed of Abraham Let my tears flow into you, Mississippi Kid ____________________________________________

My handsome Mandingo Native Son — My insolent Giovanni dark-loined youth My turn to be here on the Slave Block now.... Naked kneeling Slave waiting for you Slave to my Yoknapatawpha desires

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Up the driveway to Rowan Oaks — The dark sleek Cadillac Hearse slowly Coursing its way thru moonlight shadows Bringing you back to me one last time Let the HooDoo-VooDoo drums begin… __________________________________________

Standing in the Mansion doorway — Flanked by Haitian Zombie Bodyguards You shall be our new Loverboy Loa Man… Hear the Night wind in the cane fields? The Serpent Godz have returned again __________________________________________

The old magnolias are moaning — Ancient cypresses join in mourning Spanish moss & Bougainvillea vines Snake around rotting verandah columns Your Afro-Futurist time has come…