Silver chain link
around her neck,
twin bullets,
suckable dusk.  

Smoking guns in her
hands, Georgia Peach
fires outlaw
shots.

Bullets rip, pop
out street lights, glass
shards lying on the
mean streets, all of this,
the immortal of this
good woman, The Night
The Lights Went Out
In Georgia.

Backwoods lawyers,
crooked judges, and
music plays on the
cherrywood piano,
the wild woman Vade, 
Georgia is coming for
dances at Tambourine Hall.

The Night The Lights
Went Out In Georgia,
she shot out the street
lights, coming to steal the wild
woman Vade in candlelight.

Georgia Peach knows
the wild woman Vade's
insatiable hunger,
however something
goes wrong.

A glass sphere the
size of a duck egg,
a peep-stone tells
Georgia Peach
the future, illusions
in lavender, riches
in feather quill
and ink well.

The Night The Lights
Went Out in Georgia,
she likes to do things
in the candlelight now,
her hands washed of
blood lust.

The peep-stone is
blessed with a vision
of what is left, a black
mare known as the
wild woman Vade,
Georgia Peach rides
all night with moon
for light, The Night
The Lights Went
Out in Georgia,
boarding a 75-foot
railroad car painted
black with a wreath
of gold lilies entwined,
in the candlelight
shadows, a bottle of
whiskey awaits her
inside and the ghost
of the wild woman
Vade.

Copyright 2006 Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist, brainchild of Sage Sweetwater Creative Properties, flagship of Stone Creek Woman