Washed-Out Juju

Washed-Out Juju

Spotted salamanders not less than hanging salamis

in the butcher’s abattoir extract exact equations of

woodland necromancy. Shamelessly fancy Magi

scurry aimlessly without & within the nexus

as neuromagnetic waves flux. Given

Time enough & wine the oracular cadences tumble line

upon line through the lizard’s gizzard & the newt’s eye. I’m

resolute. No fumbling jumble of dissonant clatter or squawking

cuckoo shall shroud the sign. How? Still

Potent weathered & washed-out juju plots my design,

writhing & spiraling through chakras of footnotes

& annotations, proclamations & declamations, the

hoarse invocations beneath the yellow jealous moon

Soon work their ancient magic in empty rooms of morbid

melancholy, inside cheap plaster walls of modern folly.

I creep faster along the sense-marked trail still

clutching the Grail of Eunoia.

j.j. marino

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About j. j. marino

As a creaky & cranky a-social agoraphobic anchorite, living in seclusion in the Great North Woods & keeping centered by the Power of the Written Word, a blog would seem to be a fat pitch in my strike zone.

Posted on March 27, 2012, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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