Roscoe, a retriever, has brought human remains to her owner.
Gladys, her owner, is creeped out.
This is not the first time Roscoe has brought her human remains.
He is an honorary police detective.
It is the fourth time he has discovered a body.
The police chief appreciates his work.
none of heard the same words
for we are individuals are we not?
it is not our hearing that did not hear
it is the interpretive additives we add
for we are humans
living our own life
experiencing what no one else can
for they are not us
and we are not them
none of us saw the same things
for we do not seek sameness, we look for diversity
sameness makes more sense, but it is not our initial reaction
so we saw different things, because we were looking for them
the police detective threw up his hands and stalked off
not realizing that no one hears or sees in the same way
The house had been abandoned since December 24th, 1996.
The day the family disappeared. I know. I was there.
The only survivor that we knew of, all the others gone.
I had not been back since my cousins disappeared.
I was only three at the time, but I sometimes see glimpses.
Men with guns. One has a bandana on his head.
The other has an eye that moves out of sync.
They are yelling, and the mother is screaming.
I wake up from the dream, wondering if I can do this.
You can bring your therapist, the police detective told me.
I do not know if this will help. But I do show up then next day.
The house glares at me, it shows its evil self. I smell death.
If I die, it was Jim, Lil’s note said.
Weirdly the very next day she was dead.
His relatives curious.
Her relatives furious.
Police detective left scratching his head.
Jim brought his new love to the funeral home
It was a bit of a mistake as she started to roam.
She ran into her ex.
They decided to have sex.
Furious Jim had a mouth full of foam.
Behind a chair
Below a desk
with my bare feet on a wall, in my flannel pajama or a wet swimming suit,
With my hands on my peanut butter and jelly toast,
marmalade, not cherry or anything else
Next to an ocean, ignoring the smell,
Lying in a hammock or in the grass, even on a sandy gritty beach towel.
Listening to children’s giggles, being dripped on
by wet swimming suits running past
I can devour a pile of books.
History, science, animal facts, jokes, limericks, Dr. Seuss, Shel Silverstein, Coleridge, Poe.
When one grabs me and throttles me to pay attention I am lost….
I am no longer a mere mortal.
I am in a microscope, under a kitchen floorboard, in a tulip’s leaf,
I am a faery, a T-rex, a Stormtrooper, a police detective.
In a treehouse,
High above my neighbors, not hearing them at all,
Yet subconsciously hearing everything,
I learned to be a book worm, reading Agatha Christie first….
Written 3-08-19
Contest: The Bookworm Poetry Contest Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
TV people take up oodles of my time.
They turn me into a police officer,
A detective,
And a forensic genius.
I solve murders, and mysteries
And save gobs of people every night,
Luckily I can do it from my recliner
With my dog snoring away next to me
One day
Social Worker came
Said, received a call about me
Reported someone harassing me
Answered, worry not, “I’m fine”
[Eternal] God’s taking care of me.
Couple of days
Police detective came, Katie
Interviewed me
Took a copy of Cris picture
Even his son’s picture
Very worried
Brought 2 Social Workers
I took a test, told them the truth
She said, “Oh…He got scammed”
Told them not to worry,” I’m fine”
Said depending with test result
They’ll contact me
Never heard from them ‘til now
Told them “Father Christ got my back”
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