April is National Poetry Month, which for us, always means a tip o' the fedora to the crime poetry blog, The Five-Two, from which we're pleased to share this evocatively sparse verse:
“The Morning Of” by Tom Brzezina
On the morning before the morning of,
tension knotted the muscles between
my shoulder blades.
In the afternoon before the morning of,
the dark blue van was still parked across
On the night before the morning of,
I sat up in my bed, a loaded
shotgun in my lap.
On the morning of, I heard the back
door creak open, then careful
footsteps in the hall.
In the afternoon of the morning of,
I was lying on a slab in a jail cell,
and he was dead.
In the evening of the morning of,
I mouthed off to the guard, and he
On the night of the morning of,
I was in a hospital bed, handcuffed to
On the morning after the morning of,
I was still handcuffed to the railing,
but my lawyer had good news.
That evening, I sat in front of my
television, eating Kung Pao chicken,
contemplating the absurdity of life.
Visit The Five-Two to hear the poet read his work and learn more about its inspiration. And check the schedule, because all month long, crime-loving sites will be hosting and discussing crime poems. Admit it, if you'd known Kung Pao chicken was involved, you'd have gotten cultured long ago!