By Hillary Lyon conversation traveled alongthe Möbius strip of her mindshe took the sharp curves fastwith no seat belts or air bags you unlocked the glove-box of her heartfound it stuffed with crayon scrawled mapscandy wrappers six shinybullets and a warm pistol red and blue lights flashedin the mirror of her mouthtoss care out theContinue reading “The Ride”
Tag Archives: Crime Poetry
Teresa
By Jimmy Boom Semtex teresa was a gun fighter armed to the hilt with black teeth from chewing tobacco carrying a forty five on each hip each locked loaded ready to go shooting lazy white men who wanted to fuck bonk shag have possess her those big fat slugs whacked them down like dead dogsContinue reading “Teresa”
Tell Me a Story
By Hillary Lyon Tell Me a Story, She Said, Make it a mystery. So I concocted a tale,a cocktail concerninga private plane, a stowaway,a debris field. A secret affair, a radical manifesto,a tiny rhythmic beeping.Red numbers tumbling downlike crisp autumn leaves. A smug politico, a movie mogul,a sex slave.I was not a slave, she corrected.IContinue reading “Tell Me a Story”
They Killed My Little Brother
By KeKeDreams My friend my brother I miss you dearly This one hit more than deep bro Dam bro I was just with you I lost my brother to murder crime Left his blood, family beyond hurt We all crying Said he was called for somebody else’s beef They wrong, they have to leave youContinue reading “They Killed My Little Brother”
Murder In Poetry
By Jennifer Jennings Daves They found her thereFloating among the reedsA curious smile spread across her faceAs though she had justLooked into the eyes of her loverDeath had not stolen the light of her eyesShe still retained a mischievous lookA glowing glintingOf knowing somethingNo one else didYou could almost hear the bubbly laughAs though theContinue reading “Murder In Poetry”
Two Bullets
By Bogdan Dragos she came out of the bathroom withthe pink towel wrappedaround her and foundhim sprawled on the bed very thoughtful He held in his right handtwo bulletsthat he constantly rubbed against eachother with a kindof obsession She jokingly said, “So, one for meand one for you?” “No,” he said. “One for everyone elseContinue reading “Two Bullets”
Losing an Eye
by Brian Beatty Back in the grunge ninetieswhile taking a breather between sets my college buddy Paul who played guitar and sangfor the cover band headlining that nightwas out front of this dive bar finishing his smoke when he was jumped by drunk townies wielding broken beer bottles.One of them he stabbed in the facewithContinue reading “Losing an Eye”