When The Sugar Momma Talks

If ever there was a slow
sultry train sensually
bending soul minors,
chugging upon the spine,
taking it'��s riders
from a flooding delta
to alpine woods
where goose bumps
rise, drown, and resurrect
in the forget
of a sexy minute.

Teased just right with soft air
sucked in tight and lazy
on the curl of a tongue,
thin brass wisps
resonate in twisting hips;
pendulum swings,
while a blues man sings;

"She'��s a gypsy with a mojo;
honey lips steal good men away
she'��s a gypsy with a mojo;
honey lips steel good men away

A fool calls her Pandora
I don't call her any day."

Guitar or harp
continues talking where
the vocals stop.
Gypsy vapor sinks
beneath rind; honey
tastes like a
thousand tingles
moving from
soft kisses
between skin and skull,
to restless air
that follows bones -
makes them shake.

We want more
when we hear the sputter
of a turn on the five.
The crawling out
of dark pipes begins,
through steel grates,
along ditches, ally walls
trying to slide in the creep
of a hot blue measure
for another
twelve bars that may
forever hang,
perpetually arousing,
suspended on the one.

Then the sugar momma
may finally speak
and tell us where she gets
her sugar from.

RKL - me...

i like it.

Loved the trip through a rivetting blues song. Great imagery drew me in to its spell.
Encore!

Hey thanks Lorena and Liz. I have a Youtube Video Soundtrack I put together with me playing harmonica and narrating the spoken word. We put together all sorts of sounds to go with the poem to make it really stand out.

Many of the folks in that video are musicians I have played with in the Dallas Blues scene. Some nationally known. My friends and Son is in it for a flash. I did all the editing and worked cooperatively in a studio with a sound tech on the soundtrack.

Please go see and let me know what you think. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wnCq-IdiVZM

I hope it is ok to post the link here? If not you can search the title and it should show up on You tube.

Thanks for the link to YouTube! It's always enlightening to hear the poet read his own verse (enjoyed the harmonica, too!)

Pretty Dope.

Thanks much Literaryliz!!