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Trouble Noir

Published June 1, 2018 in Cartwright - 0 Comments

Trouble Noir

Cartwright time traveled

to a 7 Eleven on the corner of

Heart Attack and Vine.

There was a series of outbursts,

like Rat-a-ta-ta-tat.

At first, they thought

it was fireworks,

but it wasn’t.

It was gun play

and the protagonist

was hit in the leg,

which was kind of

anti-climactic.

Why couldn’t he

have just flipped

and told the prosecutors

everything?

Bats in the Belfry

Published December 2, 2017 in Cartwright - 0 Comments

Bats in the Belfry

Cartwright loved the holidays.

It felt like parole every year.

He used to always end up in the hospital.

One Christmas it was a 5152

Elevated from a 5150.

Once he got there it was obvious,

he shouldn’t be allowed to go anywhere.

Years later,

“You’re not drinking? Good for you.”

“It’s good for everyone, trust me.

I’m no longer marching on roads of bones

in warrior mode.”

Lock It

Published August 1, 2017 in Cartwright - 0 Comments

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Grandma pointed the ’38

in Cartwright’s face.

He looked away, not wanting to see anymore.

“Here’s how it’s gonna work.” she said.

“You’re going to lie facedown, and wait for the police.”

He did so, closing his eyes.

“Then, you’re going to cop a 5150

and you’re not getting out until you’re

90 days sober.”

Eye of the Beholder

Published July 24, 2017 in Cartwright - 0 Comments

Eye of the Beholder

As a burglar,

the last thing you want to see

is an elderly naked person.

Especially, if she’s your grandmother.

That’s the end of it.

Cartwright needed some money.

He was already tweaking

when he ran into her in the kitchen.

Naked as the day she was born,

and armed with a snub nosed ’38.

Counter Punch

Published April 2, 2017 in Cartwright - 0 Comments

Counter Punch

Cartwright time traveled 16 hours.

Came to on the 10, slow poking the fast lane.

A low rider pulled upside and a wild-eyed neck tattoo flipped him off.

Dumb fuck followed in hot pursuit.

The dude was a Golden Gloves champ.

“He didn’t hit me that hard,” said Cartwright, “He just hit me a lot.”

Time Travel

Published March 13, 2017 in Cartwright - 0 Comments

 

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Cartwright got into his Steel Reserve 211 time machine.

Set the dial for “Random Chaos”.

He was greeted with a quick night stick to the ribs.

A square faced crew cut and a his K9 companion.

“Wake up. What are you doing’ here?”

“Nothin’.”

“No, you’re up to more than nothin’, let’s see some ID.”

Like Bitters

Published May 28, 2016 in Cartwright - 0 Comments

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Cartwright’s hitting bottom. Again.

Please God, help this guy get locked up soon before he hurts himself  or someone else.

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