.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)

 

 

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Fence

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

 

 

Playing hooky at 115 Degrees

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.

 

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115 Degrees

 

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.

 

Today I woke up feeling fat. . .

 

. . .so leave me the fuck alone!  Okay.

 

But hey, enjoy my poem!

 

**********

 

MAMA

 

Fat Mama

Sexy Mama

Can’t fit in my jeans, Mama

Shut up, Devlin, and have another donut!

 

There. End of poem.  Now go away. . .:(

Twiligggggggggght. . .uh!. . .and Fifty Shades + one poem

So pushing the $85 Billion spending cuts aside. . .let’s focus on my 2nd favorite thing (with writing being #1, of course!). . .Movies! 

Yup! 

It’s Twilight fever again.   And yes!. . .I’m a TWI-MOM! 

So aside from being under the weather for the last couple of days-think Allergy cold-I will drag myself out of bed and out of the house and head to the Twilight:  Breaking Dawn Part II movie release party (if there is one) at my local Wal-Mart, chaperoned by my daughter who lost interest in Twilight when she went from being a ‘tween’ to a ‘teen’ and discovered that there was much more to guys than just Edward and Jacob.  Me, however, I was never really enthusiastic about Twilight until I picked up and read New Moon which sparked my interest to read the entire series/saga.  So tonight I will arrive approx. around 10:30 pm at Wal-Mart and then be home approx. 1:30 am or so, flop myself down in front of my giant screen TV and spend the next 2 hours watching and weeping as the Twilight Saga comes to an (my) end.  Well I must say it was a nice 8 years since The Twilight Saga first debuted.  Sigh. 

So what’s next for me?

Well it’s onto the rest of the Fifty Shades Triligy, I guess.  Believe it or not, I still haven’t gotten passed Fifty Shades of Grey even though I have Fifty Shakes Darker and Fifty Shades Freed sitting on my bookshelf.  I’m to assume it’s all the “murmuring” and “the holy shit” word repetition that has me Fifty Shades (and already) Fed Up!  Oh god!  Did I just say that????

Anyways. . .the following poem was written for a past, past vampire contest.  Enjoy!

 

**********
Edward chased Bella
across the BREAKING DAWN 
beneath a NEW MOON
Bella was doomed
when her soul ECLIPSE(d)
with Edward’s blood
bringing about 
an eternal TWILIGHT,  
Bella shimmers.