Arts “Gonna Stop Smoke Today”
posted by October 1 at 11:54 AMon
Well, Frizzelle, I think I’ve found your Alaskan man of letters, a latter-day Robert Service who wrote a couple of poems during a standoff with the police:
Poem number one:
Boy I could use a smoke.
“Scarey” very noise bullets.
My, my maybe
the holy father
wish someone would
pray for me
And the story, from a friend who works as a detective up there:
The guy, who was in his 50s and has no criminal history, just went nuts. The day before he flipped he used a backhoe to tear up his son’s septic system because he was mad at his son. Then the next day he grabbed a bunch of his guns, went to a Texaco, and had a standoff with cops for hours. At one point he yelled “I’m coming out” and came out with two guns on his shoulders and two small vases in his hands with a flower in each vase. He walks out half way to the nearest SWAT team cop and says “these are for you,” puts the vases down, then goes back to his hideout spot.
Eventually the cops tricked him with cigarettes
Poem number two:
Out a cigs
shit o dear
“He expects me to walk down and get some.”
Shit o dear NO WAY
shit o dear
gonna stop smoke today
And more from the cop:
He came out and they tazed him.
At arraignment he told the judge his name wasn’t his name on the charging documents because “that name is all in capitol letters, and all caps is reserved for DEAD PEOPLE.”
And yesterday, from jail, he wrote a very polite and lucid letter to me asking to have his guns returned ASAP because he needs them.
I bet he needs them.