In the quarter of the city with the prime real estate
women pull up in town cars, instruct chauffeurs not to wait -
the apartment building canopy shields visitors from rain
a gloved and capped doorman sees them in and out again.
The marble floor leads to the maple wood lift inside,
manned by a man who remains for the ride
saying nothing but 'Good Afternoon, Ma'am - where to?'
pressing the gold button that they tell him to do..
Rising, rising
energy
eyes behind dark glasses, hiding
so he can't see -
bodies that tremble beneath Brunello Cucinelli coats,
mind on the contents of their Miu Miu totes -
photos, documents, perhaps a cut lock of hair
from husbands who've slept deep before a business trip somewhere..
Uptown witchcraft
modern women, big names
people would laugh
so they take for discretion, great pains.
Uptown witchcraft
moneyed women, old lines
visit apartment 203
at varying times.
There are needs and agendas
settled in the occult
for some who just dabble,
others to a fault...
since time immemorial
there's been dealings this way
what you wish to manifest
depends on how much you pay.
In cash, on card machine, through crypto-currency too
she'll warn that what you cast out
comes back tenfold unto you.
Uptown witchcraft,
focus and chant -
lights on the star,
get what you want.
Uptown witchcraft,
if you have the means -
she has the method
ways certain, it seems
and so
there will always be patrons of
in matters of anguish and love
Uptown witchcraft.
Copyright Yafeu-Khamisi Rodway-Brown