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Scott and John Plan to Blow Up the Jenny Jones Show

"Come to me.
"I have the tool for you,m" he wrote
in a note convened on a coffee table

in a newly furnished trailer.
John grinds his teeth.
Face shade to an angry red behind

made up smiles
Scott goes for a hug,
John pulls away.

The audience cheer.
Women think it's sweet.
John remains intact.

He keeps it together under fluorescent lights,
in front of 90 million nosey eyes.
Before the lights flickered,

before the cameras rolled
& murder took place,
John and Scott have a few drinks on hotel tab.

They go to dinner on Jenny's platinum card.
Take that bitch's BMW for a moonlit stroll down
the highways and byways of Chicago.

"I'm straight and into girls."
he says, as he breaks into Scott's home
loading three bullets into his chest.

Smoke levitating from the wounds like ghosts.
Scott pulls himself to the cordless telephone.
He coughs up blood.

Scott calls his mother.
She holds her dead son in her arms.

Her nightmares are like movies that never end.
She wants to wake up to him cooking bacon and eggs.
Kiss him off to school.

John drops his gun in a nearby dumpster.
He watches Wheel of Fortune until the cops arrive.
Feeds dog, calls sick grandmother

before the handcuffs,
before the interrogations,
before a legal pad confession.

"I'm going away for a while grandma," he yells.
She's deaf in one ear.
John could never hurt a fly.

His mother mortgages her house
for expensive lawyers.
Pawns coin collection for bail.

John is a good boy.
John is a good, clean All- American boy
who takes out the trash

and eats his vegetables.
John is sentenced to life in prison
without the possibility of parole.

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