Posted by Max5s on January 06, 1999 at 01:13:41:
. I apologize for this poem's length, but these days, it takes me quite awhile to walk across a marble orchard!
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: On My Way To Juli's Funeral
: By Max5s
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: I turned up my collar
: As I passed through the gate
: But the service was over
: Once again I was late.
: The mourners were returning
: To the long string of cars
: There were lines on their faces
: There were tears in their scars.
: But I've seen this before
: It's been years since I cried
: It's just a part of the job
: When you work Homicide.
: As I stepped on the lawn
: I tripped on a marker
: And hit my head the stone
: Of Mary Jane Parker.
: I remember her sitting
: In her bath nice and warm
: And the loaded syringe
: Sticking out of her arm.
: The horse she was slammin'
: Had just hit the street
: It hadn't been stepped on
: So she just "went to sleep"
: Yes, poor Mary Jane
: Was a very sad case
: But the hotshot I gave her
: Took the pain from her face.
: When back on my feet
: I brushed off my coat
: I reached into my pocket
: And pulled out a smoke.
: I took a few drags
: And started reading the stones
: And off to my right
: Were the Thomas Malones.
: Tina and Tom
: Had been married five years
: Poor Tom was quite jealous
: I played on his fears.
: So on one summer evening
: Tina arrived home quite late
: And Tom was up waiting
: With his chrome thirty-eight.
: He knew she'd been cheating
: She'd done that before
: So he called her a bitch
: And he called her a whore.
: Then she started screaming
: "You're not really a man!"
: And his pride hit the dirt
: The gun roared in his hand.
: She staggered back slowly
: Then wandered out to the lawn
: And collapsed on the grass
: While the neighbors looked on.
: Tom stood in the doorway
: While poor Tina lay dead
: Then put the barrel to his chin
: And cleaned out his head.
: And now the Malones
: They rest side by side
: Tina from murder
: And Tom, suicide.
: Now each way I turn
: There are names I can see
: Some put there by others
: Some put there by me.
: So why am I here?
: Well Juli's her name
: She's the one in the coffin
: She's the one without pain.
: She thought she could fool me
: With her tricks of the trade
: A neon bikini
: And an ice pick (homemade)
: But I knew of her methods
: From the reading I'd done
: And when she embraced me
: It was put up or run.
: So, in the heat
: Of a passionate kiss
: I slipped her a pick
: And I gave it a twist.
: Deep in her belly
: Then out through her back
: Twisting and turning
: Throughout the attack.
: Then my passion exploded
: With one final thrust
: Filling her channel
: With the seeds of my lust.
: Then I looked at her face
: And to my great surprise
: She was staring at me
: With her necrobabe eyes.
: A smile crossed her face
: And she said with a grin
: "That wasn't quite right,
: Could you try it again!"
: Then she chuckled and moaned
: And she drew one last breath
: Met my gaze with her eyes
: And settled in to her death.
: So I stand here in silence
: She deserves some respect
: And reflect on the woman
: I'll not soon forget.