mojo working

Mojo Working

Cut the
tie that
binds think
of it
as an
umbilical
cord snaking
out of
a sack
of poison
don’t tie
it off
after you
cut it
let the
poison flow
into life’s
valleys in
rivulets
cauterize
your end
of this
unholy connection
don’t snip
it short
put your
brand on
it &
let it
dangle &
wither turn
hard as
leather as
you walk
thru
life naked.


This is
very strong
mojo.


Mojo is
not truth.


Mojo is
mojo.


It turns
the sky
orange runs
a blue blade
thru the
ionosphere
into the
black heart
of space.


Mojo is
mojo is
mojo &
out of
mojo sprang
the universe
like a
goat.


Only Zen
comes
close to
melting back
into mojo.


“Come to me,
little monks,”
whispers mojo,
& the
monks look
down &
shuffle
their feet.

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