yoo hoo I'm a guru, a real one, not a cultured pearl
not a chicken bone
not some mojo bug in lucite
though I wear one
around the neck
to remind lesser mortals
the Loas that fly here from Haiti
the spirits
the ghosts
you see the real blues person
grab a live cobra
milk out the poison into a juice glass
a small
like you drink OJ out of most mornings
drink it
then riff like motherfucker
whammy
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