Roger Bewman

Rookie (1976 BC / Virothiom)

Deliver Your Children (A Short Story) -Part I - Poem by Roger Bewman

Got tickets to Disneyland
Got ice cream got sun tan lotion
Waited two long hours
Ate the ice creams
No sign of them

Something happened…
No answer on their mom’s
Something’s wrong….

Got into the car
Headin' for Lyon
A long way
While in the motorway
I get a call-unknown
I hear a voice but it’s not theirs
Its not Magdalene’s or Sara’s or
Not even Violet’s my ex’s
Meet me at Champs-Elysees at 10 tom morning don’t say anything to the police or your friend Kingpin-the distorted voice says and hangs up

After two hours I arrive at Paris
Got a room…
Oh my god what happened?

I don’t sleep
Go out till the morning
I'm at the place an hour earlier

I look around
My phone rings
Come to Lyon at 10 tomorrow morning outside the city hall. Don’t mention anything to the police-the distorted voice once more says and hangs up. Shit I wanted to ask him/her if my children and ex wife are ok.

Got into the car
Headin' for Lyon
A long way

I arrive there at 6
Got a room
Couldn't sleep
Went out till the morning
I was outside the city hall an hour earlier

I look around
My phone rings
Come to Barcelona, we’ll meet outside Gaudi’s church tomorrow at
9: 30 in the evening-just before he hangs up I hears a distorted laugh

Is it Kingpin?
He is not my friend, not anymore that is.
I used to work for him
I don’t owe him any money
But he’s a sick bastard
He always wants more

Wait a minute or two or three….
Am I Jack? Jack Bruce?
Cause in the mirror I see someone else…

It’s someone else…
Whose car is this?
I don’t have a Peugeot 607
I have an old Aston Martin
What’s wrong with me?
I open the trunk
I see three dead bodies
Kingpin, Clarice and Klaus.......

-To be continued-


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 3, 2006

Poem Edited: Friday, December 8, 2006


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