Stuck
I'm stuck on a voodoo doll
she's pinned me, she's sinned me
stuck on steal within me
may be alike soul that's akin me
don't matta none, she's jus' in me
I thought she might be from Senegal,
or Haiti maybe - someplace that's all
but said she's from Timbuktu - who knew?
she's here in me now, that's all
it may be unseemly
to be stuck by this voodoo queen
yet she's all I think
she's all I want
at the mystic brink
her wiles she flaunts
I can't catch a wink o' sleep
can't eat a g-damn thing,
I only hunger for her
with her gris-gris talisman
she might be my punishment
or she might be my nourishment
maybe my African that's heaven sent
no matta - she's my voodoo who do
what I need to do - no matta want to be
I'm stuck on this voodoo doll - that's all
© Goode Guy 2013-12-11
for Aromas for January 2014 challenge:
"poem about a voodoo doll"
Copyright © Goode Guy | Year Posted 2014
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