Pot Luck.
Rage sets the stage for the final page of a once true love.
Two tales of woe and the justified outcomes
Pot Luck
They didn't need
any evidence,
They found plenty
of DNA which
should spell out:
Do Not Acquit."
they also had
the empty
40 proof bottle
and a brand new
skillet purchased
at Wal-mart
Their trembling,
wailing two year old
hiding beneath
her bed under a blanket,
and her mom lay
cold stone
dead in the kitchen
lying near a
bloodied skillet,
with her head
stoved in. Dad was
long gone,
with their bank
account emptied,
and the family
vehicle missing,
They caught
him at a Motel 6,
where the sign had been
vandalized by
teens to read,
Motel 666
which was an
appropriate place to stay
for such a
despicable beast.
He was handcuffed
and later forced
to face the hellish
acts he had committed. The judge
ordered him
to be executed,
on 6/6/06 because
he just could
not ignore the
irony of it all.
and so the die
was cast
and the father
became fodder
in his grave.
Mother Nature's Revenge.
The black bird waited
outside her window,
each day at dawn,
pecking hard on the glass,
rattling her panes,
and screeching loudly.
Its green-blue eyes
glaring inward,
as she scrambled to dress
and free herself
from its daily attacks.
It had built a nest
up in her backyard tree,
just above the spot where
where she had buried her
newborn, unwanted child
just two weeks before,
and ever since it
had plagued her. She scribbled a
quick note to the police
a week later,
And handed it to
a traffic cop
on her way to the
Greyhound bus station. They stopped her bus
somewhere south
of Boise, Idaho
and took her
to a small cell
on charges of
murder one. She was tried
and found guilty,
and when at last
she was settled
in the cell she
would occupy for life,
she breathed a
sigh of relief,
to be free
of the guilt
that was eating
her very soul. But the next morning
that bird was back
tapping on the thick glass
that sat behind the bars
on her north wall window, Quite suddenly the sheets
were looking like a way out,
as she sat twisting them
into some semblance of a rope.
© 2010 Matthew Frederick Blowers III
