Eric Ashford Poet Free verse

Dead In Kalamazoo

They had to notify and call it in.
They had to cordon off and begin.

Apparently, he was middle-aged.
Apparently, he was married.
Apparently, he was a father.
Allegedly he had a mistress.
Allegedly he had left his job.
Allegedly he had embezzled.

A gun was found in his mouth.
A hole was found in his head.
A note was found by his side,
by the bed.

No one knew what it said,
until it was read
The note was unfolded,
bloodstains decoded,
a message behold-ed:

“Who could have known
I would end up in a cheap motel
with a TV chained to the wall,
with a nickel plated gun,
and a bottle of spiced rum;

just a hell of a thing.
Just one hell of a thing.
Just one hell of a damn thing” it read,

“and me without a clue
alone in a forking town
called Kalamazoo.”

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