Raindogblue

Bugs, Crank, and Worms Crawling

 

The radio call said subject suffering from parasites in his testicles.

The subject told me a worm was crawling up his belly trying to kill him.

 

As he tied clothes around his waist trying to stop the imaginary advance,

he refused to get into the ambulance he demanded.

After 30 minutes of trying, we left him there tweaking in the night. 

 

 

Modesty

 

 

Off Second, knocking on a door

of a Welfare Check, the drunk

woman in apartment shouts,

“Hang on a sec! Let me get shirt!

My tits are hanging out!”

Conquistador and I thanked her

when she opened the door dressed.

 

 

A Pause In the Truth

 

Mike's handcuffed to the LP bench at the discount department store. He’s a shoplift pinch possessing a baggy of meth.

What’s with the crystal?

Mike replies, “I work  at a culinary institute. That’s salt. “

I look at him at tilt my head,

raise my eye brow

 

 Does it look like I just fell of a turnip truck?

He blinks, then, stutters out,  “I was just trying to be funny. It’s meth. It’s my meth. “

Faith

 

 

The folds a 'Jesus Lives' flyer

is not sufficient to secret

the brown paper towel bindle

for my pinch's rock cocaine. 

 

 

Magnet, Part II

 

Radio dispatches two cars to a drunk

fighting security at the Seawall

Music Festival. I attach to add

an extra set of hands. As I arrive,

the drunk mule kicks Gurkha.

 

In the locker room, after the shift,

the acting sergeant said to me, 

"When you put yourself on the call, 

I looked at Kenny and said, 

'Well, I better start heading that way."

 

 

 

 

Magnet, Part I

 

Rolling to a mope screaming in street, turning from 3rd to Melancholy, I wait for one ped to cross, then another.  There'a collision on the back of the prowler. The car rocks forward. In my side mirror, I see a flash of facial piercing and green hair catapult over my trunk and land abreast of the driver's door. His bike follows and lands next to him. The bicyclist wasn't paying attention and hit my stopped car at 20 miles per hour. 

 

 

Cranked

A tweaker’s spun out, spitting on mopes in the armpit of Beggars’.

Some one returns the favor, cracking the back of his head

with a rock. Thirty minutes later, as the medics clean him up,

his resting heart rate is 137.

 

 

Reputation

 

In Northeast, working a theft,

a woman recently housed

said," RD, hunh, I've

heard about you ?"

 

Oh, what do they say?

 

"That you're mean."

 

 

The Consequences of Not Wearing Seat Belts

 

At the scene of a double ejection,

roll over, fatal, an officer inspecting

the debris field says, “I think

that’s a tongue. “

No, it’s brains.

I point.

and there, and there....

 

 

Warranted Part II

 

 

The pinch told me as I held up her bubble,

"That's not my pipe. I found it.

And that's not meth. It's ink. I smoke ink."