I wrote this in story form a few days ago for Kellie Elmore’s Free Write Friday, and knew then it would have to be converted to poem form for dVerse Poets Pub’s Open Link Night #131. Enjoy!
I Never Killed Anyone
Head resting on a burlap sack of feed
Cheeks crisp from the cold
Seeping through unseen cracks
In the gently rocking boxcar
I slept fitfully
Spinning in and out of dreams
Like a man on a ledge
My coat—dirty and worn
Kept my body warm
While faded jeans
Saved my legs from freezing
Expensive walking shoes
Full of holes and slick on the bottom
From too many miles to count
Did nothing but magnify the cold
My feet felt like blocks of ice
Vertigo dreams were soundless
Except for the clacking of wheels
And creaking boxcars
And in the waking moments of the spin
I wondered if the movies in my mind
Were fiction or true crime
Probably some of both
I’d written novels… a lifetime ago
One full of drugs, sex, killing and rock and roll
The other about two homeless men
Who went on a crime spree
One winter in Austin, Texas
Thinking a warm jail cell
Better than a frigid concrete bed
It was cold as hell in Austin that winter
I know… I was there.
A black and white scene
Flashed across the screen of my dream
The woman’s eyes bulging
Mouth open in a silent scream
as rough, calloused hands choked her life away
A string of pearls breaking
And as they floated to the floor
Of the parking garage
A scream—shrill and grating
The squeal of the train’s brakes
Spun me back to semi-awake
And as I lay there shivering
My wife’s words—God rest her soul
After reading that scene
“Honey, they say writers write about
What they know about
This scares me.”
My answer
With a no-extra-charge smile
“I never killed anyone.”
Copyright © 2014 C Mashburn
If you’d like to check out my novels (I really did write two of them about 14 years ago) you can see and/or purchase them on Amazon. The Devil’s Dust and Shelter. Autographed copies are also available at Texas Trading Post (a wonderful on-line store that sells EVERYTHING Texas!).
The Devil’s Dust
The soul of man seethes wicked
Cold sweat reeks of evil lust
Blood runs hot and thin
When spiked with the devil’s dust
Copyright © 2013 C Mashburn
brian miller said
ha. luckily (for her) you have no experience
but i imagine you knew loss…and hard times
and its only a critical leap across from there.
i have scared my wife with some writes….smiles.
charlesmashburn said
That’s our job… right?
Thanks, Brian!
Truedessa said
Well, they say writer’s leave a bit of residue in their works..but, I’m glad to know you haven’t killed anyone..smiling..
charlesmashburn said
That’s my story & I’m stickin to it.
Bodhirose said
Well I guess that answer probably eased her worried mind…and mine too!
charlesmashburn said
She still looks at me warily at times.
Bodhirose said
:~)
jaybluepoems said
Wow! An incredible set of images wrapped inside a hobo’s dream. Well done!
charlesmashburn said
Thank you! I’m glad you like it!
MarinaSofia said
Great story! Maybe that’s why crime writers are usually such nice people – they put all their demons out on paper…
charlesmashburn said
Ha! I believe you’ve hit the nail on the head! 🙂
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said
Ouch… if my short stories are an indicator… hmmm then everyone should have a concern,.. great end
charlesmashburn said
uh-huh… that’s what I’m talkin bout, Bjorn.
atrm61 said
Phew-the end was a relief-glad that it was only a character from his book doing all those things and that he was innocent :-)Wonderful writing here Charles!
charlesmashburn said
🙂 Thank you very much!
atrm61 said
“:-)