Nothing Falls Into Place

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One of two poems

It was a murderer’s total satisfaction,

the entire package pleases him immensely,

evil turns out to resemble

nothing more sinister than a mid-town

convenience store after mid-night,

dim was the light,

no fear in the air,

and humanity puts up less of a fight,

he could almost voice his choice,

alcoholics, dopers,

welfare mothers,

crack-head brothers,

borderline mental cases,

of all races,

adolescent whores,

blocking the doors,

settling scores,

with very old Johns,

and only a handful of exceptions,

a murderer’s pick assembled,

a slim grin,

a choice made,

and a life will soon fade.

two of two poems

Nothing fell into place,

all the earmarks of a major case,

a dead child, eyes covered, mouth taped,

a brutal rape,

and a murder,

lead stories for the six o’clock news,

unpaid dues,

we love those hate crimes,

these are our times,

as we sit and wait,

our compassion fails,

our belief trails,

convictions come slower than snails,

as we watch and wait for all the special details,

for a moment life would pause,

as if we just sold our soul,

and we call it one righteous cause,

as we search for the remote control.


© 2011 Frank Atanacio

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Cyndi10 3 years ago from Georgia

Let me be the first to say this poem is darkly wonderful!. And the bonus poem is a look at the darkest of souls. When I read your poems I envision a hand reaching into my chest, grabbing my heart and squeezing. Your words are that graphic. Voted up!!!


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you cyndi for actually being the first here LOL thanks for reading


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Moms-Secret 3 years ago from Central Florida

Great as usual Frank. The second reminds me of how numb humans can become.


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

thanks Moms hope all is well with you girl :)


newenglandsun 3 years ago

I'm priveleged to have an HD TV and cable. How dull we've become because of this.


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

I do agree newenglandsun :)


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lovedoctor926 3 years ago

Frank, another one of your best poems. A good descriptive scene for one of two poems,"alcoholics, dopers, welfare mothers, crack-head brothers, borderline mental cases of all races, adolescent whores, blocking the doors, settling scores, with very old Johns." you're too funny, but this was really good. you have a good imagination. lol.


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

you always say the right things LOL thanks Marlene ...:)

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