Poetic Mayhem: A Slackjaw Murder Mystery
By Ed Slackjaw
I am a non-fiction fiction writer, or if you prefer a fictional non-fiction writer.
It was a dark and stormy night. Whoops, that was from my client, Snoopy. I am also a non-literary literary agent. My number is 182 384 586 789. All submissions are welcome. If you like dog, you will love Snoop’s work. He thinks cats are evil. One cat in particular. Cats are not evil. Dogs are not god, much like zebras are not god.
I am a murder suspect. The body was found at the home of two brothers, Tom and Jerry. One a widower, the other recently divorced. The kids are grown and gone. They are an odd couple, because they are odd and well, two.
The body found was their cousin Edna, who had been renting the basement apartment. I was a suspect because I had been dating Edna for about a month. Tom and Jerry were also suspects. Because they were odd.
The body was discovered recently while I was visiting Tom and Jerry. While watching an episode of Law & Order, I happened to ask if Edna was in. I was told she was taking a bath. The show was nearly over, it was getting to be quite a long bath. I decided to find out what was taking so long. I went to knock on the bathroom door. I could hear music playing, but there was no response from Edna. Since we had become intimate, I thought it would be okay to open the door and peek in. It was a very large tub, she had slumped beneath the water’s surface. It looked like she had fell asleep and drown, she looked peaceful.
At first it appeared that she had over-dosed on heroin and committed suicide. But the autopsy revealed a different story. The heroin had been laced with a slow-acting poison, the poison had been building up for about a month, finally taking its deadly toll.
Even though I had shot up with Edna a few times and there were traces of the poison in my system, I was still considered a prime suspect. My main suspicion fell on Jerry, Edna’s connection.
Since Tom and Jerry’s misfortunes they had become inseparable. Tom backed up Jerry’s denial of tampering. I hinted to the police that a conspiracy was afoot. What their motive might have been, was beyond me.
Bits of poetry scratch my lips.
Edna is haunting my dreams, it plays over and over again.
“Are you sure it wasn’t you? I think it was you.”, she accuses.
“No. It couldn’t be me. I’m in love with you. I think it was Jerry.”
“Jerry. Ha. No, I don’t believe so. I’m his ATM machine, slide in some dope, out pops twenties.”
The police are circling back to their original theory. Suicide. They’re thinking that Edna put the slow-acting poison in the heroin herself and taking me to go along for the ride. I for sure don’t want to believe that.
Evamotion
Her eyes are tried and true
She sees lies that taste of honey
Uncoupled from the ocean
She waves from a shore
As I awoke from a dream
I slept through another, and another, and another….
We may part company
To meet again in the end
That world will divide, multiply and subside
Recurrent themes bunch together
As friends with similar agendas
We teach the past to see the future
Her eyes are tired and
Falsely see
Truths that become memory
We only know what is given
And imagined
The apple, serpent and tree are talking
We are stalked into believing everything
Sans everything
Everything is left
By Ed Slackjaw
I am a non-fiction fiction writer, or if you prefer a fictional non-fiction writer.
It was a dark and stormy night. Whoops, that was from my client, Snoopy. I am also a non-literary literary agent. My number is 182 384 586 789. All submissions are welcome. If you like dog, you will love Snoop’s work. He thinks cats are evil. One cat in particular. Cats are not evil. Dogs are not god, much like zebras are not god.
I am a murder suspect. The body was found at the home of two brothers, Tom and Jerry. One a widower, the other recently divorced. The kids are grown and gone. They are an odd couple, because they are odd and well, two.
The body found was their cousin Edna, who had been renting the basement apartment. I was a suspect because I had been dating Edna for about a month. Tom and Jerry were also suspects. Because they were odd.
The body was discovered recently while I was visiting Tom and Jerry. While watching an episode of Law & Order, I happened to ask if Edna was in. I was told she was taking a bath. The show was nearly over, it was getting to be quite a long bath. I decided to find out what was taking so long. I went to knock on the bathroom door. I could hear music playing, but there was no response from Edna. Since we had become intimate, I thought it would be okay to open the door and peek in. It was a very large tub, she had slumped beneath the water’s surface. It looked like she had fell asleep and drown, she looked peaceful.
At first it appeared that she had over-dosed on heroin and committed suicide. But the autopsy revealed a different story. The heroin had been laced with a slow-acting poison, the poison had been building up for about a month, finally taking its deadly toll.
Even though I had shot up with Edna a few times and there were traces of the poison in my system, I was still considered a prime suspect. My main suspicion fell on Jerry, Edna’s connection.
Since Tom and Jerry’s misfortunes they had become inseparable. Tom backed up Jerry’s denial of tampering. I hinted to the police that a conspiracy was afoot. What their motive might have been, was beyond me.
Bits of poetry scratch my lips.
Edna is haunting my dreams, it plays over and over again.
“Are you sure it wasn’t you? I think it was you.”, she accuses.
“No. It couldn’t be me. I’m in love with you. I think it was Jerry.”
“Jerry. Ha. No, I don’t believe so. I’m his ATM machine, slide in some dope, out pops twenties.”
The police are circling back to their original theory. Suicide. They’re thinking that Edna put the slow-acting poison in the heroin herself and taking me to go along for the ride. I for sure don’t want to believe that.
Evamotion
Her eyes are tried and true
She sees lies that taste of honey
Uncoupled from the ocean
She waves from a shore
As I awoke from a dream
I slept through another, and another, and another….
We may part company
To meet again in the end
That world will divide, multiply and subside
Recurrent themes bunch together
As friends with similar agendas
We teach the past to see the future
Her eyes are tired and
Falsely see
Truths that become memory
We only know what is given
And imagined
The apple, serpent and tree are talking
We are stalked into believing everything
Sans everything
Everything is left
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