I meet her in a Union Gap, Washington diner. A bitch to others but a salty angel in my eyes befitting her Sicilian roots. Damn, I always go for those island girls. Sitting next to her I try to get her attention underneath the table by tapping her leg for a half-hour. Finally, she swivels toward me. “What are you doing?” “I’m trying to kick it to you.” “Well, you’re not going to get my attention tapping that kicker!” and with that raises her pants and exposes a prosthetic leg “it’s got a fifty thousand mile warranty.” A couple of nights later I hustle some cats in a pool game and take off into the parking lot. They follow and prepare to attack. Suddenly from the shadows I hear, “Hey, get away from my friend,” and three shots ring out BOOM BOOM BOOM! Delilah whips out her pistol and scares them off. I marry her three weeks later. You just have to hook up with someone who blows a cap for you. I’m An unbroken cowboy In love with The open ranges In love with HER Small town One legged Dance hall girl Known as Delilah Blue A sensuous comet Streaking across My sky mind 22 Raven On her hip Blackjack In her pocketbook A stiletto hidden By the prosthetic Of her Little Leg The sun rises Every time Delilah’s eyes open She speaks And my soul is fulfilled Delilah can figure out My little boy secrets With her spirit We meet In a mountain desert But are far From being dry On our first date I ask Delilah Hey Baby How you loose Your leg She wryly responds I tire of it It weighs me down Later Bathed in incense Candles And the Sticky Bittersweet smell Of love making I peek into Delilah’s soul And Witness a lifetime Of breaking And resetting A body that God Does not quite complete One leg shorter Than the other A spine That can’t support Her height Which rises Above the turmoil The final straw Comes at the hands Of five drunken marines Who rape Burn And Torture her At the hospital The doctor says We can save your life But maybe not the leg Cut it off immediately Cut away the past Walk into the future I cry that first date Hearing HER story And lay the foundation For a year of Twisty Love I understand her wildness She consecrates my abandon Our need to Be bad Be with each other And Be in love Outweighing the risks At the Metropolitan Museum of Art As I dive into the torture Of Van Gogh’s face Delilah robs a Belgian tourist Of 3000 dollars Presents it to me Here Poppy Here’s my dowry Yep, Delilah is something else. We track down Black Rob the Judas in New York about a year into our marriage. Blacks goes White against his own crew and burns them with local authorities on a traitor’s cross. Blue sees how agitated I get when talking about his treason (Rob allegedly is a CONTELPRO collaborator) and suggests we take care of him together. Homegirl packs her gun, stiletto and blackjack and we go to meet Rob at this Latin club in Manhattan – Le Poulez. The plan is simple. Dose him. Get him outside and either stab him in the rear or shoot him in the ankle. But Rob’s arrogance saves him. He keeps us waiting at our table as he gets his shoes shined in this high throne that’s strategically placed between the entrance and the bar. Everyone can see you. El Rey Pendejo. Delilah confronts my conspiracy, “Look at me! I love you with all my heart. You know that. Do you know that? Look at me! I Love you, poppy. You know that, right? (kissing me on the cheek.) Leave this guy alone. He’s nothing. Just a pimp with only himself as his skank ho. (kissing me in the forehead) Forgive him. Forgive yourself. Come on Big Poppa let’s go home.” “I love it when you call me Big Poppa but can I just dose him?” “Ok, Ok have your fun little boy.” Past indiscretions Come calling For Delilah and me During a Rum and cocaine choked celebration Of our first Year anniversary I find Delilah Dazed on the bedroom floor Boozy sighs pouring From her lips into my ears Oh, poppy The pain is so bad Even my conscience hurts It’s spring And We’re blind I know I have to act And lay a path For Delilah to escape And Save myself Delilah Who can always figure out My little boy secrets Acts She walks into A local pharmacy alone Makes a .357 withdrawal Leaves me a note And Flies back west To rest Under the Volcano Thanks for the star spiked rodeo Poppy But I’m fatigued It weighs me down I cry reading that note But understand Because Delilah shows me By her example By her courage Cut away the past Walk into the future You see You can’t enjoy The light of reason Unless you first Experience The Dark Night Of The Soul After all this, I enter a different kind of circle where I write my lines in solitude. About the kick of IT The smell of IT The thrill of IT Ah, the power of CHEESE. Grab your coat Get your cap Leave your worries At the doorway Life can be so sweet On the sunny side of the street If I never have a stake I’d be rich as Rockefeller Gold will stab my feet On the sunny side of the street |
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[6] DELILAH BLUE