'The devil must be forced to reveal any such physical evil

(potions, charms, fetishes, etc.) still outside the body 

and these must be burned.' (Rituale Romanum, published 

1947, endorsed by the coat-of-arms and introductory 

letter from Francis cardinal Spellman) 





I am a cowboy in the boat of Ra,

sidewinders in the saloons of fools

bit my forehead   like   O

the untrustworthiness of Egyptologists

who do not know their trips. Who was that

dog-faced man? they asked, the day I rode

from town.



School marms with halitosis cannot see

the Nefertiti fake chipped on the run by slick

germans, the hawk behind Sonny Rollins' head or

the ritual beard of his axe; a longhorn winding

its bells thru the Field of Reeds.



I am a cowboy in the boat of Ra. I bedded

down with Isis, Lady of the Boogaloo, dove

deep down in her horny, stuck up her Wells-Far-ago

in daring midday getaway. 'Start grabbing the

blue,' I said from top of my double crown.



I am a cowboy in the boat of Ra. Ezzard Charles

of the Chisholm Trail. Took up the bass but they

blew off my thumb. Alchemist in ringmanship but a

sucker for the right cross.



I am a cowboy in the boat of Ra. Vamoosed from

the temple i bide my time. The price on the wanted

poster was a-going down, outlaw alias copped my stance

and moody greenhorns were making me dance; 

   while my mouth's

shooting iron got its chambers jammed.



I am a cowboy in the boat of Ra. Boning-up in

the ol' West i bide my time. You should see

me pick off these tin cans whippersnappers. I

write the motown long plays for the comeback of

Osiris. Make them up when stars stare at sleeping

steer out here near the campfire. Women arrive

on the backs of goats and throw themselves on

my Bowie.



I am a cowboy in the boat of Ra. Lord of the lash,

the Loup Garou Kid. Half breed son of Pisces and

Aquarius. I hold the souls of men in my pot. I do

the dirty boogie with scorpions. I make the bulls

keep still and was the first swinger to grape the taste.



I am a cowboy in his boat. Pope Joan of the

Ptah Ra. C/mere a minute willya doll?

Be a good girl and

bring me my Buffalo horn of black powder

bring me my headdress of black feathers

bring me my bones of Ju-Ju snake

go get my eyelids of red paint.

Hand me my shadow



I'm going into town after Set



I am a cowboy in the boat of Ra



look out Set   here i come Set

to get Set     to sunset Set

to unseat Set  to Set down Set



               usurper of the Royal couch

               imposter RAdio of Moses' bush

               party pooper O hater of dance

               vampire outlaw of the milky way