Paperback: 53 pages
Product Description: An anthology of short stories and poems.
Excerpt:
On The Run
Home was a forgotten place to him. A place of permanent residence could no longer entice his internal desires. He knew this was the end because the cops were surrounding the heavily wooded area in which his hide-a-way was located. There was no turning back now so he loads the last rounds into the clip of his Mac-10 and downs four shots of Tequila to prepare for the battle.
Helicopters hover over the wooded forest while S.W.A.T team members cover the ground on foot. The hundreds of hours of pursuit and thousands of dollars spent on chasing the suspect from state to state seemed to have paid off for the authorities. Their exhausted efforts finally had the notorious Danny, one of the wealthiest-no nonsense playing-drug dealers of the south, cornered.
And I thought church was a place for prayer
The rowdy crowd assembled in the two-story, catherdral style, church while the preacher fumbled through his holy books to find his sacred passages for salvation. Some of the divine group of sinners attempted to pile in late in an effort to miss the most important of the service, the collection place. "What's ups" and head nods were exchanged among members while they waited in anticipation for he service to begin.
"Sit your ass down," was shouted in the direction of a hyperactive boy full of Jolly Ranchers candy. His mother was too busy trying to juggle watching him and eyeing the guy in the three hundred dollar Perry Ellis suit.
Trespass
Blue and white lights flash while sharp sounds
pierce the ear by way of siren
Sight seekers disperse while the criminals
make a dash for the shadows and try hiding
A barrage of questions will be thrown at the crowd
before the search comes to an end
Detectives feel someone knows something
about the suspects that disappeared in the wind
Silence covers the block and protects the hood
for miles and miles
Handcuffing cops are met by residents
with dirty looks and crooked smiles
Officers become frustrated
over the lack of cooperation and assistance
The suspects gain distance
while the questioning becomes relentless
See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil
the rules haven't changed a bit
Residents scream at the officers
"Y'all need to haul ass with that shit"
The cops return to their cars
and cruise the area to see what they can find
Because they know talking to the residents
is definitely a waste of time
