Tag Archives: murder

“Distrust”

Posted on October 30, 2015 by vb guenther

The street crowd clapped their hands and stomped their feet as a man in a gray hoodie threw a jab a right cross an uppercut a hook at a non-existent opponent. A passing patrolman judged the man and the crowd … Continue reading →

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“Lying in Wait”

Posted on September 23, 2014 by vb guenther

(Photo: “Between”, copyright by Brooke Shaden) I lie on my bed waiting. Waiting for the evil Which haunts the space In my desecrated home To strike. It sits at my kitchen table. It eats the food from my cupboard. It drinks … Continue reading →

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“We Must Not Legitimatize Her Words”

Posted on April 30, 2013 by vb guenther

Why do we allow this woman such press? Why is her picture ingrained in our brains? Why do we watch as she flails with cold hands? Why do we stay as she cries against us? Why do we let her … Continue reading →

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“Spring”

Posted on April 2, 2013 by vb guenther

spring is everywhere two boys ten and eleven murder on their minds (Haiku inspired by “2 boys face murder conspiracy charges“. UPI.com. March 31, 2013.

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Sammy, the Gat: “The Heinz 57 Man”

Posted on March 17, 2013 by vb guenther

(Sammy, the Gat, is a continuing story.) Glossary at end. Now I’m an ace five-notches hit man, and Johnnie Pickles, a two-bit like-kind, has me in his view finder. I got no druthers. I gotta go after him. I two-step … Continue reading →

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“Ode to Kaspar Hauser”

Posted on February 19, 2013 by vb guenther

A boy appeared At the barracks gate A torn letter In his hand. Kaspar Hauser It said His mother is poor His father Is a cavalry man. Soft hands Blistered feet No knowledge Of the world He came From a … Continue reading →

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Sammy, the Gat: “I Doodle On My Noodle”

Posted on February 16, 2013 by vb guenther

(Glossary at end.) I eyeball it past Lefty Louie, who’s standin’next to me, and digitize the slick pics the precip rough-drafts on the frame pane of the fly-to. Double L’s etch-a-sketch reflection mimes him finger-itchin’ to double-clamp my ab-slab. My … Continue reading →

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“A Bizarre Statue”

Posted on February 14, 2013 by vb guenther

A light drizzle discourages visitors from lingering in the plaza where a bizarre statue commemorates my death. Unplanned and unprovoked, my murder occurred on a dreary day like today. My brilliant lover, whose sculptures were spawned by anger and frustration, … Continue reading →

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“The Corpse”

Posted on February 12, 2013 by vb guenther

I’m a cop And I’m looking down At the battered body Of a young woman. Face obliterated Hair crudely cropped Above her ears Finger tips Scraped clean Clothing gone. An anonymous victim Of indiscriminate Street crime. So I think. Until … Continue reading →

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“Journey Back In Time: The Gallows”

Posted on November 28, 2012 by vb guenther

April 4, 1829. I step from the jail Into bright sunlight Which I have not seen Since my trial. My eyes Accustomed To dim shadows And dark corners Burn As I stare At glowing green leaves Fluttering Next to fluorescent … Continue reading →

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