I went to a place much worse than that…
They sent me back in ’58, after I cut myself a reprieve
Resurrecting through a canopic veil into this neon noir voodoo limbo.
The violence of my death tattooing a scarlet patina on my soul-heart, always looping me to the fetish of 40’s
...And the unholy hustle of Sin Alley, Fifth and Main, Hollywood , 1946… sad striptease, jazz, and harlotry L.A.
My soul-eye clicking over visions of a past murder and a past life that always seemed to be out of focus.
But for one that stalked me.
For in the netherworld of that death bullet diablo and this, my resurrection, was an image that burned of another dark damzelle in a noir veil.
She could have been a doppelganger twin to the ‘Strumpet of the Flowers’ to whom I’d sung ‘The Girl I Left Behind’ in laments of doomed shellac.
And this sirene had me all wired up with a hangover from her unrequited kiss.
© JIMMY VARGAS 2000 / 2011
From his multimedia dvd / E-Book “MY SHADOW BRIDE