Flimflam Susie

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Flimflam Susie  

By Shawn R. Jones

 

Flimflam Susie has

red gooey lips,

an effervescent smile,

jambalaya hips,

long brown braids

weaved with gold,

trinkets on her wrist,

a diamond in her nose,

deep dark skin like

blackened catfish,

low mysterious eyes of

a voodoo hypnotist,

a gumbo strut

where she keeps her stash

of baby back ribs

and rhythmic jazz

a real…humdinger

you shouldn’t take home.

She flips over men

with her flapjack tongue.

With a razzle dazzle razzmatazz,

she flipped my church son

on his way to morning mass.

His tongue tripped on teeth,

fell through his grin,

hanging like salmon

from a bear’s wet chin.

The last time I saw him

he didn’t know his name.

Ms. “I Ain’t Choosey”

put my rearing to shame.

That two-cent floozie

taught my son how to creep

in and out of rooms

on Bourbon Street.

It really didn’t matter what

I preached at home.

Flimflam Susie had a

sermon of her own.

 

Shawn R. Jones

Author of the devotional book, Pictures in Glass Frames   http://t.co/BxiNwWRG

and the poetry chapbook, Womb Rain, http://www.amazon.com/Womb-Rain-New-Womens-Voices/dp/1599242699/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1337717218&sr=8-1

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6 thoughts on “Flimflam Susie

  1. Your creativity really precedes you in this piece. The new word ‘jambalaya’ made me imagine the Salsa, or better, the Awilo or Azonto dance which are very popular around here. There are a few more, but they all gave balance and rhythm to this poem.

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