She Was My Bling-Bling
a Poem
by
John Presco
Copyright 2020
She was my Bling-Bling
my one woman gang
I didn’t need an army
or a salty crew
like my Dad
She made a complete
man of me
because
I had something
to protect
God
she was
really bad
my beautiful bodyguard
walking at me side
as if she had a holster
where’s the gun?
Will you be
my happy wedded
bride?
She was a rebel
teenager from Nebraska
with a million chips
on her perfect shoulder
She had gone West
like a slinger
looking for
just the right trouble
the perfect Bohemian Mix
for show
because she had
a long ways go
this dance
taking her
behind a curtain
at the Royal Ballet
The curtain opend
the flap of our tent
is pushed aside
Here is
the Dame of my
Swan Song
that you will die for
when she does a pirouette
and closes
your wondrous
show.
For fifty days
she was my bling-bling
She let me show her off
she let me save her
from the dragon
by the sea
What price must I pay?
I paid the ranson
of Love
You know
the poetic complaint
in all those songs.
Bling-Bling!
a driven woman
drove me mad
