Crilogy

The Impulse Disorder Crime

Merciless impulses
things stolen by you,
of mine.
Vigilance with
no exit,
sexually overwrought
and
deliberately
not responsible.

The Crime of Passion

Loss of control
with someone he knows
pillar of the community
and thoughts of burning
her alive
become the antecedent,
a fury, a vow
to settle the score.

Scissors in a
brown paper bag.
Nine times in a
parking lot.
Good riddance… again.

Lunch

Heroic
efforts fail
but he's too cold
hearted to care.

Some nobody
dies at his hands
and all he can think
about is lunch.

(Bento Boxes:
a compulsion,
like counting
granules of sand
on a beach
where no dogs
are allowed.)

Acidic coffee
residue
still lingers
in the back
of the throat.

“Teriyaki Chicken’,
tongue and stomach agree.

Staring Into the Mouth of The Beast

Paddling down the Wekiva River
alligators glide by
waiting for an opportunity
to put their great jaws in motion.

“If you fall out, mother,
I’m not jumping in to save you.”