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"Pen & Paper" (National Poetry Month poem-a-day) Day 23

“ Pen and Paper” Criminal Episode 35 Written by Bruce A. Pandolfo 4/23/2017 Andy Austin was a regular in court for over four decades. She harassed a judge until she could get in there. Hardly left since. She's routinely looked mobsters and murderers right in the eye unflinching. She's traded smiles casually with John Wayne Gayce. Unafraid. She once drew on a woman and made her look real bad simply because the lady wouldn't give an inch for Andy to sit. Like most people,  Andy doesn't enjoy being present  for murder trials  (because they're boring.) Not enough passion, she says. She's framed dozens of killers, cleptos, and convicts. Her walls are adorned with pictures of folks who would make you shudder. Bit of a sketchy character really. But then...that's her job, Chicago Courtroom sketch artist. 

"American Dream" (National Poetry Month poem-a-day) Day 19

“ American Dream” Criminal episode33 written by Bruce A. Pandolfo 4/19/2017 Even in his teen years Clay felt thieving could be fun. Bonnie//Clyde, John Dillinger, perhaps he could be one, Mentioned to friends and family he's sure it could be done, Mom became a victim of her would-be vigilante son, No Robin Hood just a hooded robber, Clay researched hard in a search bar to avoid gumshoes like cobblers and an agenda to give parents agita A well paid turbine mechanic, uncanny that he'd catch this bug to be a pest and hopefully not candidly caught on camera. When he stole from Mom she noticed him, but Moms know their sons and scolded him, no mask, no gun, no showboating, Non-violent, he'd take notes with him, walked in nonchalant wrote on envelopes he'd give in hopes to keep tellers at ease “ only hundreds and fifties please” Walking out exhilarated, The American Dream for the adrenaline fiend! Made a couple grand a...

"Dear Sheila" (National Poetry Writing Month poem-a-day) Day 18

“ Dear Sheila” Criminal Episode10 written by Bruce A. Pandolfo 4/18/2017 Dear Kevin, So kind of you to write to me 'round Christmas, You're a darling of a man, see it's lonely here in prison. I'm hot-headed, I admit it, if I'm at my wit's end Get me a wick and my fiery intentions can be wicked. I've got thick skin...I'd show it to you when you visit. When the cops came around, they all wanted to bare witness. I really don't belong here Kev, I've been longing to hear from you again. I'm warming up to you, it's nice to have a friend. I promise I'd never treat you like Michael and Ken. He was sweet, but frustrating, he was an idiot, not like you sweetheart, my! Your writing is so brilliant! See..Ken was a bumbling burden, the bottom of the barrel, I wrote you a poem enclosed in this note, suppose it is a carol. I'll be out before long, I'm strong, I'm resilient, Sooner or later they...

"Triassic Park" (National Poetry Month poem-a-day) Day 15

“ Triassic Park” Criminal episode  23 Written by Bruce A. Pandolfo 4/15/2017 Dear superintendent, I hope this package reaches you I know this may seem crazy but it's something that I need to do My wife and I eyed the signs “don't take pieces of the trees with you” Saw others' superstitious letter rolled my eyes “how unbelievable” Years ago, my wife and I toured the Triassic Park We were only courting then, it was a unique chance to bond Scientists, we hiked a bit, chatted, charmed, cast a spark pocketed “petrified wood” grabbed the rocks, I had her heart I crafted a ring from the stones to show our timeless bond proposed shortly afterwards, teary smile and nod, tied the knot It's vile and odd, ten years we're vexed fearing it mightn't stop, doesn't sound like science talk, I send this hoping that I'm absolved! The flight we got for our honeymoon crashed but we survived, Lucky to be alive, but next? we conceive...

"Animal Instincts" (National Poetry Month poem-a-day) Day 12

Animal Instincts Criminal episode1 written by Bruce A. Pandolfo 4/12/2017 Mike finds his wife lying at their staircase base face down unconscious in a bad state, sprayed crimson, bloody and bludgeoned it's too fucked Marooned as an island in a pool of maroon blood like the pool they spent the night 'round 'neath the moon drunk Mike phones in a frenzy, a freaky familiar interlude He can't get his head straight when the operator interviews Very similar to another time, not time for verisimilitude Figure's she stepping like the sentences he's tripping through gritty it wasn't pretty, sirens blaring, sight dimming Crying trying to clean her up, his dizzy head swimming, Kathleen's doing the dead woman's float, it gets fishy, wishy-washy wish she wasn't a bloody puddled pummeled pity But see in the 80's somehow Mike found a lady in the same way, spotted at the bottom of the stairs, reaper food with...

"Open Case" (National Poetry Month poem-a-day) Day 10

“ Open Case” Criminal Podcast Episode 41 Written by Bruce A. Pandolfo 4/10/2017 Fred and Edwina hated one another with a passion, so much so that they had separate fridges for their rations Houston Honey- full-mooners howlin' as if walls were padded Their son Charles, would have wished for that insulating facet (to dull the decibels for the decades' abrasive insulting language) Hermit permitted mail through the door, used a broom for tapping, At 43, the geophysicist avoided interaction, But finally Charles was through with the abusive brutal madness, Not to mention finding out, mom had her hand in his cash, He plotted and prepared and he meticulously planned On fathers day in '65, after 5 years tacit absence, He called mother to his room and shot her then he grabbed this handyman's hammer, to celebrate with Dad he dragged him scrambling out his bed, smashed him and he smashed them dropped the claw hammer then he slashed and h...

"Call Your Mom" (National Poetry Month poem-a-day) Day 8

“Call Your Mom” Criminal Episode 4 written by Bruce A. Pandolfo 4/8/2017 Among the idle chatter the officers had to stifle laughter despite the graphic aftermath at the crime scene when Casey said “I'll try to reach my Mom” at 3 O'clock, she's on the homicide team. Alright see, this isn't your ordinary morbid fairy tale a story carrying a portrait pairing well with an altered rearing skill absorbing love in a horrid scary world where the corpses can be held among hair-raising awful hellishness then when the day is done with just act normal, head home hug infants cuddle and kiss your husband tiptoeing a befuddling balance of the love of your bloodline and comfortably shrugging off puddling lines of blood that your day is covered in sometimes. Etched in a family tree, name signed in mortal coil cursive twisting like a double helix, genes twist tales from toiling Vernons Bill and Linda spend a lifetime near li...

"Jolly Jane" (National Poetry Month Poem-A-Day) Day 4

“Jolly Jane” (Criminal Episode 38) written by Bruce A. Pandolfo 4/4/17 Taunton Lunatic Asylum for psychotic patients, Toppan, “Jolly” Jane, do not mistake her awful plain commonplace innocuous, aged image for soft and safe, She's got insane deadly habits, devil's advocate, God she played arrived here after she offed the Davis' at their Cape Cod estate She's admittedly authored the death of more than thirty by inoculation Boston training at Cambridge aimed at a nursing education, her opiate experimentation lead to disqualification she left the eve of her graduation never received certification I'll review my scattered statements to ascertain what the case is ... The horror born Honora Kelley to an alcoholic father “Kelley The Crack” pot, wack-job, I had jotted “may be the fodder”, A tailor, the tale goes tried to sew his eyelids closed, lost it, lost mother to the illness she's fraught with though she fought it with no...