JIMMY VARGAS "REQUIEM FOR MY SHADOW BRIDE"...LURE OF THE FORTIES SIREN

I USED to be a racketeer…

 A zoot-suitin’ jazz-warblin’ moonlight Sinatra’d pimpster,

Hustling sin skin and scam for the Dragna syndicate

From a pleasure house jazz-bar called the ‘Tallulah’s Boudoir’ on the twilight side of Sin Alley, Fifth and Main, Los Angeles, 1946.

I cut a couple of jazz torch discs to a bar angel of underworld Hollywood, the Black Dahlia, which went all the way to the top of the palookaville hit parade… Just like her.

I bought the big fall in a mob brawl, December 1947,

In a skid bar off Fifth and Main under an unholy hail of rosary bead bullets, blessed and ordained by Mickey Cohen triggers Eli Lubin and Ichabold Bronkowitz… 

My cadaver carved and sluiced into San Pedro harbour, enchained in a farewell soundtrack of warped Artie Shaw records.

My murderers lampooning my demise as they trashed my corpse to the waters.

"Something to sing along to Vargas, while you go about the business of being dead."

My Ka-spirit already ciphered, into a chinoise bell jar, as a celluloid slither.

By a Witch of Hollywood Boulevard, in a black mass ceremony.

© JIMMY VARGAS 2000 / 2011...
"MY SHADOW BRIDE" Book / DVD

Photo © Torren / Vargas