3 micro poems from Fred Shrum III

Punk Noir Magazine


10-20-Vida

10 years for the bullet

20 years for the gun 

Life for the way I made your blood run

Unhappy Camper

The 15 year olds

Loved camping together 

Independence and nature

A natural salve

One night they sat in front of the campfire 

Jimmy said do you want to see something cool

Everyone looked

He pulled out a revolver 

And blew his brains into the forest 

Tourette’s

They kept their son

On the back balcony 

So he wouldn’t disturb others 

But we heard him every afternoon 

As we walked by

Some days he likes seagulls 

Other days he hates pigeons 

Or he got a haircut 

After he kicked Santa Claus’s ass

But all I could think was

Did he want a hug

Fred Shrum, III was born near Washington, D.C. and grew up in Florida. He earned a Bachelor’s Degree from the University of South Florida at Tampa. He enjoys the beach, tacos, music , baseball and all things crime.