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ODOP: The Fortunate

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All the others, it seemed,
Could draw nothing but devils and deaths,
Upside-down cups and pentacles.

The worst fortune was left to me:
I alone of us all drew
Great wisdom, long life.

And now darker far than a dark moon
On a dark night are those faces
I once loved more than my own.

Copyright 2010 Jobey George.

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ODOP: The Educated Man Goes to a Gypsy

No matter how often
I ordered the lady
with gauze to her elbows
to shuffle the Might-Be
and Won’t-Be, and Beware
and Nevercome, to add
the Will-Come-to-Pass to
the Might-Have-Been,
working the sum of the
Would That It Will Have Been,
the final card, in every
seven-pointed star, is death.
His creaking, apologetic.

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ODOP: Too Much Time On My Hands Blues

Wrote this poem after getting learned from the post “American Folklore and the Blues Cat Bone” over at the blog Boles Blues. This is likely to make a lot more sense if you read it too. The upshot of it, however, is that the Black Cat Bone, obtained by boiling a black cat until the meat falls from its bones, will give you the power of invisibility and necromancy. The primary use of which, judging from the blues tradition, is stalking and harassing your lover. Sounds like my kind of magic.

My baby’s gone away and left me for the night
I know he’ll be back but he’s in Memphistown tonight
I stand at my lonely window and I know it ain’t right

I was thinking I sprinkle some powder on the floor
Some of Mama’s powder I ain’t ever used before
I said no I got to trust the baby I adore

But my man’s out rambling and burning some train oil
He’s out there rambling and he’s left our love to spoil
I’m looking at my black cat, and wondering how he’d boil.

Copyright 2010 Jobey George

Picture copyright Jonathan Shahn and Da Capo Press 2003. I’m a little bit in love with Shahn’s illustrations of bluesmen, and you can find much better ones in the book The Blues Line, a lyrics anthology. While I’m shamelessly trolling books, the best Everyman’s Pocket Edition ever made was its Blues Poems. This collection is fabulous and will make you an addict of blues-based poetry, I promise you.

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