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)