Mosquitoes Fly Out My Head

To a lover’s house in
New Orleans East
you zoom recklessly, 3am
And she’s not home
Red ants crawl on raw flesh
You want to be strong
as truth in the mind
Hot coals dancing on your head

Creole women a mystic sensuality
A St. Barbara candle you burn
by her upturned photo
You pour alcohol on a rising flame
& you're murderous blue
It's a day before Xmas
& you need one kind favor
A ringing phone unanswered
ominous as graveyard dirt
In cigarette smoke, you see
the devil's daughter drop down
& you're fresh out of drugs
you moaning the "44 Blues"

You can stand no more lies
no more snake eyes