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
Tag: Observational Poem
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.
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)
Devlin De La Chapa 