Detective Case Number 1

I press my ear towards your chest

Hearing the absence of your heart.

Your sweet hair tangled in a bloody mess.

Death by asphyxiation of a rope.

No noose, but your wrist,

Indicate heavy bruises and a missing ring.

Bruises from you trying to resist.

Looking over the words grope

Tightly around your body in red.

"Fuck you P.S. Try me?"

A crime scene of dread.

Maybe I'll give you a glimmer of hope.

Witness tells me of a club

You frequent during the off hours.

Investigation some would rather snub.

Back and forth, questioning some dope.

Following a trail full of dead ends.

This is 1948 with only my intuition.

Following leads, cruising around bends

Finally I get a break, blood soaked rope.

At the apartment of Percy Shelly.

Kicking in the door, no one to find.

Looking around I spot the telly 

Still on and the tub full with soap.

Blood smears on the tiles.

Closer to ending the case.

Murder weapon in hand will bring smiles 

To the all as I narrow the case scope.

Though what disturbs me is the letter.

"Detective, you'll never find me.

The next one will even be better."

My partner looks at me, "What a sick dope."

Not waiting for another to die.

I rush to the window to see a fire ladder.

Little drops of blood seemly dry

Lead up to the roof, I feel hope.

Spotting this little trail

I see a man in anguish 

And in shock as begins to assail 

Right hook jab he falls to mope.

Handcuffed and cussing me.

I eye up low to him.

Feeling his sense to run and go free.

"Percy Shelly, I'm charging you for the murder of Hannah Short."

I have been playing this video game called L.A. Noire and it has been truly amazing! I've taken the time to read some heavy cold cases back in the 40's and 50's. It is impressive that most of these could be solved today with the level of technology but I miss the days where we had hard nose detectives that could or tried to solve cases by only having the investigative nature of finding the clues and locations to people. I hope you enjoyed this piece, because as the title says, it is my first "Detective poem" and that means more will come. Maybe even have a few cold cases myself? You never know. 

 

   

Old News that will Forever Haunt Us

The piece you are about was written when the Casey Anthony trail took in her favor in Florida. I like many other fellow human beings around the world knew she was guilty, that she needed to rot in prison. Though for whatever reason even when the facts were clear that Casey was guilty the Jury of her peers agreed that she was innocent because of reasonable doubt. Though it took her 31 days to report that her daughter was missing, and that the remains were found near the family home. Instead she was charged with 4 misdemeanor's of lying to the police. I would say the Justice system had failed. I know this is old news, but news that will later haunt us. As well you will notice that during this time there was a horrific death of a mental ill homeless man in Fullerton California. Police officers just ruthless beat a man crying, crying out for his father. People stunned, they had no idea what do, they can't call the police since it is the police committing the act that no human being honestly wants to see or ever do. He later died in the hospital. At the hearing his father breaking in tears simply ask's, "Why?" Why did this even happen in the first place? Power corrupts those of weak minds. I share a quote from a powerful man, "Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man's character, give him power." - Abraham Lincoln. And then there is our cruel, humorous joke of our Congress. I am firm believer of the American government and the rights we have. Though I disagree where some our tax money ends up. I disagree that we can have Big Business pay off  Representatives and Senators in campaigns because of self-interest. Though politics is nothing but a joke, but when it hurts millions and even billions it stings in my heart, and it bleeds for billion others. Sometimes poetic justice is but the words in which are state on paper. I named this Sins of Thousands but to be fair it should be renamed Sins of the Billions. We are a great nation no matter what our views may be, whatever religion we practice, whatever how we live our lives that we live in a great nation. Nothing is perfect, but we can try to make this world less colder, make it better for all us. I hope you enjoy this piece, I hope you can feel and immerse yourself in my anger, in my grief, and the hope we can stop what injustices we can. Oh! Yes and the heat you may experience burning you to the bone is the Texas drought and those wildfires that plaque Texas. I hope for those who live in Texas that you see many weeks of heavy rain. You deserve it.


Sins of Thousands (Billions?)

Deadly raging heat scorching my flesh.

Burning my sins of thousands

As we unleash a murderer of a child.

Screams echo in the swampy mesh.

My skin melts into ash.

Children acting like men thresh

Around debating who was right.

While the poor man continues to be bashed.

Muscle and nerves turn into dust.

A jury paid off with petty cash,

As a father cries out for revenge.

People seethe their own disgust.

Record heat leaves nothing but my bones.

American people furthering their distrust.

Corruption breeds the parasites we fear.

A nation filled with mindless drones.