smoke and shadow

I don’t remember her face

or her doubts,

the bottle of pills

with her espresso.

She was in control;

she thought she was safe.

She stared straight into

the absurdity and never blinked

once.

[Found poetry remix from Grisham, John, The Runaway Jury (paperback.) Dell, Mass Market Edition, 2012. Pp. 422-247.]

 a quandary

                                                           something

hidden

                        hell knows what

romance gone bad

                            like a burning flag

                          bitter and   final.

[Found poetry (blackout) from Grisham, John, The Runaway Jury (paperback.)  Dell, Mass Market Edition, 2012. Page 362.]

Billions of hungry spirits

call to him in the gentle breeze

of a cloudless sky.

[Found poetry remix from Grisham, John, The Runaway Jury (paperback.) Dell, Mass Market Edition, 2012. Pp. 357-358.]

Distant memories —

                  a woman with a past,

                  suspicious values

                            and

                   muddied hands.

[Found poetry remix from Grisham, John, The Runaway Jury (paperback.) Dell, Mass Market Edition, 2012. Pp. 332-337.]

an unsmiling face

     a robotic voice

           a notorious liar

                           enjoying

                                     the mischief

{Found poetry remix from Grisham, John, The Runaway Jury. Dell, Mass Market Edition, 2012. Pp. 326 - 331.]

On an impulse, 

she caught his eye.

He took a few steps back and

looked at the ceiling.

They’re telling a lie — it’s not

his fault.

Intelligent, devious and still

afraid of the truth.

[Found poetry remix from Grisham, John, The Runaway Jury. Dell, Mass Market Edition, 2012. Pp. 320-325.]

To tell you the truth,

                             he lost his voice.

[Found poetry remix from Grisham, John. The Runaway Jury (paperback.) Dell, Mass Market Edition, 2012. Pp. 317-318.]

Flowers blossomed

                                                 madly

and we were weary of

                                         the noise

.

[Found poetry remix from Grisham, John, The Runaway Jury (paperback.) Dell, Mass Market Edition, 2012. Pp. 308-313.]

freshly burnt

                             she backed away

eyes closed

stunned

leaving nothing

[From Grisham, John, The Runaway Jury, (paperback.) Dell, Mass Market Edition, 2012. Pp. 302-306.)

Raging, senseless, strange

                                      an avalanche of

                                                            danger

                                                                     the reality

                                                                                  they choose

[Found poetry remix from Grisham, John, The Runaway Jury (paperback.) Dell, Mass Market Edition, 2012. Pp. 296-301.]

rambling —

each page cum-

                                       bersome

dreadful poems,

                           impenetrable as

                                                 thick smoke

[Found poetry remix from Grisham, John, The Runaway Jury (paperback.) Dell, Mass Market Edition, 2012. Pp.292-295.]

a curious detail —

a trace of poison, warm

with secret knowledge,

color-ing his heart

Nothing dramatic —

                                  no alarm sounded.

A soft, helpless smile and a hurried

                                                            goodbye.

(a word rehearsed for hours and hours)

[Found poetry remix from Grisham, John, The Runaway Jury (paperback.) Dell, Mass Market Edition, 2012. Pp. 285-291.]

a trail of silence

     and deceit

 whispering

(smiles everywhere)

           every word

           damning

(scuffed boots on strangers)

            Trust no one.

Why not do it?

Begin each day   bewildered, stunned by the sight of smoke,

part of the daily ritual early in the morning.

(What the hell is going on?)

[Found poetry remix from Grisham, John, The Runaway Jury (paperback). Dell, Mass Market Edition, 2012. Pp. 147-154.]

A confusing signal — smoke, in lighter shades of gray and blue.

He was caught off guard, but found himself getting strong and so damned happy.

[Found poetry remix from Grisham, John, The Runaway Jury (paperback.) Dell, Mass Market Edition, 2012. Pp. 262-265.]