front seat:2

So Deputy Holstein
and Deputy Sheepskein
stared, intoxicated and dumb,
Deputy Sheepskein displaying more
significant intoxication
symptoms like by the way his torso
wobbled or it wasn’t Deputy

Sheepskein’s torso so much as his shins
and calves and the evidence
was naked, as naked as the front seat
model had possibly been,
naked in the slur from Deputy
Sheepskein’s lips, that queried
what the dickens sort of furry thing

they’d just seen, a furry
thing with saucers that blazed like red
pepper inferno windows
and had laughed – the laugh suggesting devil
humor, a devil creature
knowing no people at the county
managerial complex

would believe much less notate,
include, in the report from either
deputy, no matter the closeness
of their corroboration
– that a furry devil creature
had swiped a piece of evidence
and disappeared – had flown straight into ink.

Deputy Holstein, hand settled on
… yes, Holstein had settled his hand
on his holster and the squeak,
just a quick squeak, of leather, Deputy
Holstein’s leather holster belt,

had no chance against Holstein’s
pronouncement, which went, “Yellow tape.
Still need some of that yellow tape,
for this patch of grass that no man
has mown lately, for perhaps, just perhaps…”

and here Deputy Holstein paused
and all was still and silent except
for the quick squeak of leather, the leather
holster belt, enjoying a touch more
prominence, “if we can recover
the dot, it may tell us something.”


About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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