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Breaking the Voodoo


I better think about this.

Something is happening

To me because

Something is rattling

Inside of me

To move my spirit up

Through the top

Of my bald head,

And it’s hot!

It’s like a volcano burning

Somewhere between my soul

And my pancreas

And I gotta ride it

Up through my stomach

Past my emotions


Light some incense

Place it on the altar of my shoulders.

Fan the flames.

This might take a while.

Get more incense to burn.


Get the goat

If not the goat how

About some more incense.

Fan the flame.

Rip the fur.

Blow the blood.

I’m – I’m

Breaking the voodoo.

Tonight’s the night.

I’m breaking the voodoo

The voodoo on everything.

I’m breaking the voodoo

On McDonald’s secret sauce

The one that killed

That lady up in Montreal in ’78.


I’m breaking the voodoo

On all secret negotiations

With saucy countries

That should really be given the secret sauce

Instead of secret weapons and such.

I’m furthermore, breaking the voodoo

On all families who supply

These saucy countries with children

May they all experience the secret sauce!

Look what happened in Montreal!


I’m breaking the voodoo

On religion as it were.

I’m breaking the voodoo

That says to be a good Christian

You have to support Jim & Tammy

Or Robertson & Tillson

Or Jerry & Orel

Or John & Paul

Of which while I’m on that subject

I’m breaking the voodoo

On all rock groups of the 60’s

WHO still tour

As John, Paul, George, & Ringo


While I’m at it and

In the same stanza,

I’m breaking the voodoo

On Mark David Chapman.

Although I’m several years late,

He is broken and, therefore,



In face, I’m breaking the voodoo

On ALL past, present and future ass ass ins.

Let’s keep it all in perspective

Keep your business with politicians!


I’m breaking the voodoo

On politicians so they won’t

Have to become the victims of assassins

Stop pitting folks against each other

To lie for you

And people won’t need to sent assassins

In to kill you,

So much.

I’m breaking the voodoo

On the KKK

Start doing the right thing

Under those sheets.

Come on, you boys aren’t Catholic.

It’s not a sin

For you.


I’m breaking the voodoo

On all poets and artists

Who think their art

Is such a statement

That they don’t have

To speak the L-A-N-G-U-A-G-E


I’m breaking the voodoo

On all warring nations

Listen to your souls

And pray to your gods.

And if nothing happens,

So what!

At least you will not have killed

Anyone in the time you spent

In prayer and meditation.


Now I’ll break the voodoo

On all body counts.

I, also, break the voodoo

On arithmetic.

There! Now you can’t count!


I’m breaking the voodoo

On all Afrikaners.

You can’t have

What isn’t yours!

If your mothers didn’t

Tell you that

Then read Mandela’s book.

I know you can read.

You got all the schools.

Break you own voodoo!


I break the voodoo

On punks.

I wouldn’t mine them

If I could trust them


Purple Mohawk haired, eyebrow pierced

Kids not to vote for Republican or Perot

But since I can’t trust them

I break their voodoo.


I break the voodoo

On all Newt, Rush Limbaugh, John Engler types

And all fat ass Republicans,

Weightwatcher dropout, pennyloafer

Wearin, bleeding madras shirted, Docker

Panted turd stubs.

Let them go without the food and shelter

And that pursuit of happiness blah, blah, blah

For jus one day, and let’s see how well tey do as

Pandhandlin, street beggin, soup kitchen constituents


I break the voodoo

On the Michigan/Montana/Idaho Militia people

And all those play soldier, paint ball shootin

Survivalist bastards who really have

More in common with my cheese dick,

Racist, bigoted macho mouthed retired

White Detroit Police officer neighbor than with

The Black Panthers,

Weatherman Underground & Sandanistas.


I break the voodoo

On all older women who forgot

To take their calcium when they were young.

Straighten up!

Straighten up!

You’re FREE.

Well, as free as Republican laws



I break the voodoo

On the oppression, suppression,

Repressions of all  women.

Let them up, off, and out

To be free

In a world that owes them


But fears giving them anything.


I break the voodoo

Of public machoismoism

For all those guys

Who drive around with no

Shirts and hang out car windows screamin

To impress women.


Finally, I break the voodoo

On all cheap, self absorbed people

Who hold paper and coin

In such high regard

That they’d let

Their brothers & sisters starve

So they can buy

The big burgers

With the secret sauce

That killed the lady

In Montreal

In ’78.


I break the voodoo!

I break the voodoo!!

I break the VOODOO!!!

On it all

On it ALL





[“Breaking the Voodoo first appeared in different stages and updates in the following books: Breaking the Voodoo (Adastra Press / Easthampton, MA / 2001), The Moon A Box (New Issues Press-Western Michigan University / Kalamazoo, MI 2004). Used by Permission of the Author. Originally published in NHS 2013, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/_special_edition_nhs_2013/.]