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
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
(original photo Devlin De La Chapa)
I’ve seen you glance
over my fence
one to many times
and your expression betrays
what you’re truly feeling inside
you wonder if the grass
is truly greener
on my side of the fence?
I could lie to you
be selfish and say “Yes”
but that would only put love
to an even greater test
so I will keep my defenses low
and leave fate to a fighting chance
and if this fighting chance should win
I will never give you reason to wonder
if the grass is truly greener
on her side of the fence
Nothing really to write about except for that I played hooky from work yesterday and went to see Jack the Giant Slayer and then snuck in to see OZ The Great and Powerful. Bad. . .I know. . .But it’s done and over now. So get over it already!
“Jack the Giant Slayer”. . .a breathless piece of work. My fav character. . .two-headed giant. Of course Ewen McGregor wasn’t bad either;)!
“OZ The Great and Powerful”. . .a stunning piece of work. My fav character. . .China Girl.
The following poem was one of two poems nominated for a 2011 Pushcart Prize. . .Enjoy.
Beads of sweat
trickled down slow
between the perfumed citrus folds
of her beautiful round breasts
unbeknownst to the woman
innocently directing me to the nearest freeway
under a blazing sun of 115 degree weather;
and I almost envisioned myself on her
disguised as one of those perfect size atoms
of H2O evaporating into an open of a pore
uninvited, like rape after a date of kissing and no sex
only to proliferate in the end into a bead of virgin sweat.
. . .so leave me the fuck alone! Okay.
But hey, enjoy my poem!
Can’t fit in my jeans, Mama
Shut up, Devlin, and have another donut!
There. End of poem. Now go away. . .:(