Torn yellow newspaper
Coats her bedroom window panes
Rusted AC leaks
As Rhonda, my neighbor waits
For the Sheriff’s to evict her
Tag: Noir
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It started with
Phone Boxes
Robbing coins
Building skills
Graduating to safe
Cracking
He wanted more
To rob banks
To kidnap swells
He became the
“Shooting Fool”
Enforcer of Chicago
Bullets snapped
Danced
At his feet
Capone’s men tried
To tame him
Drucci paid Capone
With more than
A thousand bullets
The Hawthorn Hotel
Had never seen
Such blazing heat
“You SOB, I’ll get you,
I’ll wait on
Your doorstep
For You”
The cops put
4 shots
Into Drucci
At point blank
Range
That saved Capone
From “The Shooting
Fool”
Placed in a
$10,000 coffin with
$30,000 worth of
Flowers
A policeman
Murdered him but
We sure gave him
A grand funeral
More #true-crime poetry
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toilet piled in front
broken sink and garbage abounds
there goes the curb appeal
once again my neighbors spill out into the street leaving mess and mayhem behind
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grass grows grows grows
higher and higher each day
covering the corpses
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lawnmowers burring
cicadas erupt from the ground
carcasses flower
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Executed on the gallows, Sept 6, 1833
A roguishly handsome fellow was he
Arriving from France for the family Sayre
He worked for them as a common laborer
Antoine resented his work, his bed in the shed
It would not soon be long before all were struck dead
Beating both Mr. and Mrs. Sayre with a shovel
He buried them both in the manure by his hovel
12 thousand people were present at his death
The majority were women who saw him draw his last breath
True crime poetry based upon the real exploits of the bad men/ women found in history
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man walks on the road
as a car crests the hill top
neither will give way
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playing rummy again
trying to keep the cards straight
Alzheimer’s showing
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my shelaighlee stick
rests easily by the front door
at hand for new guests
Outlaw Poetry 