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  • A BLIP ON A SCREEN


    While
    there are those
    who are always searching
    for the likes of Janine,
    they'd unlikely catch
    her true existence

    settling instead
    on the obvious

    the
    innocence
    of youth and beauty in repose,
    showing her dreaming
    about the perfect man,
    all the while

    missing
    the REAL Janine

    the girl
    who's forever
    lost and anchored
    in the rock and toss
    amid the conflict of deceit
    and
    the jangled malaise of jealousy,
    the Janine
    who's far more interested
    and absorbed in always being

    rather

    the
    perfect dream
    for every man.

    the
    centerfold
    sessions she just completed
    for a major men's magazine
    showing all of her
    perfectly sexy body and face
    as the work
    of God's own hand and grace,
    will soon be seen
    by the world at large,
    and no doubt
    the viewers will soon attest
    to her sheer beauty,
    her lively personality
    as seen living in her eyes,
    her seductive body talk,
    will indeed
    attest to it all.

    but
    it's come
    too late for her,
    for it more than likely
    took Janine herself
    by surprise.
    only
    a single

    gunshot

    fired
    by a deranged
    and jealous boyfriend named Jerry
    was all it took by a man
    who was old enough
    to be her father.
    a cowardly act
    by a pathetic and angry man enraged
    and running out of options,
    who then turned the gun
    on himself.

    yes...
    I'm sure
    it more than likely took
    a few blindingly painful seconds
    to turn her world
    into a shivering damp
    and dark alley
    through hell,
    all with a dumb piece
    of hot lead,
    her entire life vanishing so suddenly,
    much like a blip on a screen,
    or
    like walking out of a movie
    before it ends,
    or perhaps changing channels
    on reality.

    all
    of her
    now lost and gone forever.
    and you cannot unlive the dream.

    and
    for what?

    for
    the poor fuck
    who's unfortunate enough
    at making the grim discovery
    of her fallen self?
    or
    the unlucky one
    who has to clean up the remains,
    wiping up the mess
    from off the walls and ceiling
    that was once so neat and pristine
    in beautiful Laurel Canyon?

    there
    were no goodbyes,
    only lipstick
    on her bathroom mirror
    where she earlier wrote
    a small passage from the Bible
    stating the following...
    "be not forgetful
    to entertain strangers;
    for thereby some have entertained
    angels unawares..."

    how odd.

    I have no answers.

    I rarely do.

    and
    that makes me
    about average,
    I figure.


    ~~~~~~~~


    (c)2015 Miles Ciletti
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