Carrie Mae Dephardt and Stalker McGee

What is it about Carrie Mae Dephardt? 
I know she comes from the darker side 
Just across the railroad tracks 
‘n while others are busy looking down at her, 
I’m simply infatuated by her mystic, sorcerous charms. 

Those black shiny boots with the silver spurs 
Move in time with the music inside her head 
‘n using a pied-piper technique 
Somehow her hips ‘n free-flowing hair 
Keep independently synchronized. 

Her snowflake quips are light ‘n innocent 
When left to land ‘n merely melt, 
But if they drift together 
They concoct a compelling potion 
Too powerful for ordinary resistance. 

One after one, 
Those words roll off her lips 
‘n snowball down toward me exclusively 
They are magnificent, a magnetic attraction 
To which I’m the victim. 

There was a time we laid together 
Her tongue licked her lips 
Then she touched mine. 
‘n I breathed her breath 
Caging the very essence of her soul within me. 

Day after day I prayed 
She’d seek my shoulder to cry on, 
To carry her burden 
But when night finally fell 
The beautiful beast up ‘n left me . . . bleeding. 

She never was equipped to take on prisoners 
So when she cracked her whip toward the exit, 
The whirling winds brought shivers 
I quivered as she vanished in a whisper 

Beset, her fading, echoing void 
Renders me empty,  I surrender

No more significant than a yawn at sunset 
Still I miss her. 

I still hear the howling, envision her silhouette 
The haunting image of a fire red mustang 
Chained to the stake through my heart 
Her twisting emotions of leather remain wind-blown 
Scattered to all the corners of my consciousness. 

Carrie Mae Dephardt is my phantom pain, there is no cure. 
Her choke hold she has on me is irrational, 
Resigned to her emotional dominance. 
‘n I reckon its desperation 
My reigns of hope tied directly to her unlikely acceptance. 

*** *** *** 

Those psychological shackles are no more or less restricting 
Than the ones applied by my very own sycophant 
Let’s call her Stalker McGee. 
It was some time ago now that the curse began 
Her attraction to me, that is. 

She approached as a stray little kitten 
When our paths crossed, 
She brushed my leg ‘n purred just below my awareness. 
She flew in undetected 
Past my superficial radar gun. 
Her camouflaged plumage was void 
Of any ‘n all the elements I find alluring. 

I was indifferent toward her,

but remained polite,banking on her bolting 
Due to her expected fleeting level of addiction. 

Instead she lingered, 
Gradually gaining my confidence 
With a light-hearted casual banter. 

Too soon it became mundane lacking in any kind of substance

that would sustain my interest. 
She hovers over me, 
A black umbrella with a hole in it. 
The steady drip, drip, drip of her presence 
Forms beads of liquid rollin’ down my nose 
Into my space, attacking my nerves. 

Everywhere I turn I feel her burn 
My stomach churns. 
I even caught her tailgating 
Her bright lights filling my mirror 
Blinding my view to anything else. 

Her persistence grows, 
A lap dog nipping at my heels ‘

n wearing out my patience 
And grows some more 
A guard dog warding off my friends 
‘n scarring my social reputation. 

When McGee finally got her claws in me 
She wouldn’t let go ‘n everywhere I am she lurks. 
She’s a cobra now Hanging above my door,

Peering into my window 
Waiting for the perfect opportunity

to wrap her ever-loving arms around my neck. 

She’s there waiting when my bus arrives 
Offering to give me a ride In her crashed up automobile 
I swear I never did do something to encourage this behavior. 

They say there is no hope if you can’t see options. 
I’m optimistic as I gaze into the crystal ball. 
I’m looking for another side. 
I contemplate, sort and categorize all the available options 
‘n in the end I only see but two 

Homicide or . . . suicide. 

Now I ask you, what’s worse than that?