Saturday, April 14
Saturday, April 14,
a crime scene,
the results were crude,
the dead man was found nude,
his lower half wrapped
in a sports blanket,
sanity had been cornered and trapped,
a single shot to the head,
Lets Go Jets, logo
covered in red,
no one in the building heard the scream,
cartoons on the big screen,
volume loud,
and what followed that dead man
was a dark cloud,
suicide was the cause,
no one had to think, or pause,
nothing else needed to be said,
the remains of his head,
was resting on the back of the sofa,
reality reeling,
his left eye stared at the ceiling,
gravity had pulled the other deep
into its socket,
a note on the chair
which fell out of his pocket,
an eviction notice on the door,
tax papers all over the floor,
the thermostat was on high,
and the heat was rising,
the dead man must have gotten tired
of itemizing.
© 2011 Frank Atanacio