Self~Cannibalism

greatness

this morning

came in the form

of wall street dogs

barking on CNN, and billionaire

roosters crowing in their

free range hacienda coops ~

i scratched my head beneath chipped nails,

peeling away dead skin from my scalp

like a snake shedding away pounds and pounds

of acidic rodent death

and cannibalism

and everything weighing heavy on my mind

and started fresh

with a half-pot of coffee,

a full kiss on your mouth

and this poem about nothing great

 

She Left

she left

ridin’

that midnight train

to Georgia

 

and she left

like a man ~

 

with only the clothes

on her back

 

I could’ve never loved her

as a woman, though

 

especially when she left [behind]

a twelve pack

in the fridge

and

the toilet seat up

 

Blue John

 

we were lovers

once

when

the raccoons came out

to play

with the sky

 

is it so bad

to possess

these liquid dreams

made of corn?

 

I miss your kisses

still, and

vapors eventually do fade,

I suppose

 

I strum one last rhythm

on the banjo

and smell

the burn

of us.

 

 

 

.Jackie.

 

jackie

 

jackie.

 

the first time I saw you

was in a 2nd hand store in ’91

for 65 cents

in a World Full of Married Men

it was then

how I longed to be

one of your fictitious heroines ~

someone you could

glamorize

if “once upon”

 

but in your world

there was hardly ever any “happily ever after’s”

 

but after reading

chapter after chapter

you managed to capture

my own dark fantasies,

and sometimes it wasn’t easy

closing those books

on what “could’ve been”

 

Yes, the World Is Full of Sinners

an occasional Bitch and even a Rock Star

but none of them

will ever measure

to the fabulous superstar you once were

and still are

 

R.I.P Miss Jackie

and keep on writing,

’cause even Heaven needs

a bit of

raunchy drama.

 

 

 

(original photo  Devlin De La Chapa)

 

 

Ex

I cut off my hair.

Stitched the wounds around my heart.

Bought a new dress.

Bought a new purse.

Bought a new pair of shoes.

Bought a new shade of lipstick.

Paid generously for a manicure and a pedicure.

Said a prayer to forgive all my sins,

then after, cursed you with “the best of luck”.

 

Just because you broke my heart

doesn’t mean

you’re going to break. . .me.