Club Promotor

He arrived in a suit, hands clasped with the city's shadows.    
He knew the coke dealers, but it was the sadness in his soul that spoke loudest.    
Liquor and women with beauty to burn could never fill his void.    
So he chased solace in a place where he could sale marijuana legally,    
Red dirt calling him like a whispered promise.    
 
I think of him still, the silent wounds he hid beneath his skin,    
His aura was a seductive kind of ruin—    
Tantalizing, yet fractured beyond repair.    
"Leave Texas with its harlots," he said,    
"I’ll find peace in this scarlet earth."    
 
I wanted to keep him, my broken GI Joe doll,    
But he learned my secret before I had a chance to know him—    
Another night with a club promoter, long before I knew his name.    
He kicked me from his bed and vanished, trading me for the loneliness of Oklahoma’s sky.  
 
NP