A LITTLE Poetry about Theodore Bundy By his Karen S. Cole, Not a Victim of Sorts But the Author of a new book on the Bundy A man who was both Obscene and Loving Incredibly so on both counts.
Not Bob, my brother-in-law is Bob.
And my current husband is the usual male angry type.
He’s all bark and no bite. Theo supposedly had Bite.
Somebody else had to suffer.
So I guess it’s up to me to suffer with her.
Make it past my attraction to Ted “the Jew” Bundy, world.
I practically would’ve traded my family for his knife
In my entire family as I wanted to be his Wife.
But I hid my family from him, my boyfriend also and too,
And sent Theo to where he “belonged” in the Zoo.
Where Nobody belongs, in a kind of human rue
Yet another Institution instead of a living zone like here.
And this apartment looks like a kind of institution too, Dear Me.
It’s only Senior Living, as my life is SO sincere.
I wrote it without knowing about the Audience, so Blindly.
Like the entire time I was with Theodore Bundy.
I might as well not have Eyes, I could see only kindly.
MURDER, SHE WROTE, AND I KNEW EVERYTHING IN OHIO ABOUT HIM
How could someone like Theo do such a thing???
This is the Man to whom I felt like the Marrakesh Express
Except maybe he was the Marrakesh Express only.
I think maybe I felt Good enough to Die for,
As ready as I was suddenly to Die for him too.
Was it the lack of sleep that made us out of the Zoo?
As he was certainly willing to die by then, all
Such Little Deaths notwithstanding, we could find
A kind of temporary Peace between our Warring Factions
Of a kind of Love that worked in a temporary way.
Within a town called the War between Men and Women.
It turned out Theodore didn’t like an easy Win, after all
Once it was TOTALLY handed to him, and he and I kept talking us out of it,
As if! Somehow Mr. Serial Murderer wanted a Vacation.
And I enlisted him onto my Overburdened Side as well,
Away from the Homosexual Aryan Nation.
As a human nose doth doggy smell, oh well,
Slowly but surely, we were leaving an Infinite Hell.
Taking a break from the murders that Sell.
So glad no cameras were ever involved,
So glad we somehow danced around and Evolved.
Somehow, I liked the idea we were in love with each other.
Even though…I guess he cared about some other.
Probably Rose his daughter the most, or perhaps
The Father, the Son and the Long-Lost Holy Ghost.
I doubt it, he wanted to make love to me first,
That condom went flying was somehow not rehearsed,
Or was it? “If you call me Romeo, you’re dead.”
As in a kind of test, to see what I’d do with that.
He was clearly capable of killing me in Broad Daylight,
But so is any such Tiger, burning slightly Bright.
What is the Realm of things I do not know?
To see if I would then call him Romeo.
I honored not doing so and called him Ratzo Rizzo.
From Midnight Cowboy, fated to die in Florida,
The Jewish bastard that he was inexorably So.
He would have been fine on my calling him Romeo.
I was certainly as Juliet as they could possibly come.
I’d even been Her in a play once. Yes, I’m Juliet,
Such a Romeo as Ted Bundy: Heaven Sent.
WHAT THE HECK IS ALL THIS POETRY ALL ABOUT???
Or I’m just doing this to try to turn the Almighty Buck.
Forty-year-old memories are shortly Shit out of Luck.
He’s the first man who actually made love to me,
I mean a man called Theodore Bundy.
After more than a dozen such men I had to play let’s pretend,
And make love to THEM for the dollars, my friend.
After all, I do the work, for pay, I do it you see,
And some of them thought, “This work is for Me!”
Somehow it was still due to Theo not me,
That we could do whatever but had to legal be.
In order to prepare something like Normalcy.
Who thought we had both Saturday and Sunday?
They argue it’s one or the other, while we
Had at least almost the two weeks needed,
For a warning that must Forever go Unheeded.
Work: It’s great to take a Vacation in Hell, Theo.
As long as I don’t have to go to Jail,
Finding out later I had to go to Other Court,
And that I may finally be out, you damn Sport.
With Participation by a Certain Black Crow,
Otherwise known as William Shakespeare,
Abetting the crows of Kenmore, WA.
Middle name IS my family’s frequent usage.
So Robert came in without much family
To back him on his “childish” quest for sanity.
I can only pray that I may have Won the Day
When it comes to assuaging his Hurt Soul.
Yet his victims are beyond me, never leaving
Never within the sight of my palace,
Until the feeling envelops me, indeed not word
That I’m finally going to “meet my Maker.”
CONFESSION BY A CATHOLIC WOMBAT
ALTOGETHER BUILT FOR MORTAL COMBAT.
He let me know he was Regressing,
By being beneath me while he was Confessing.
He said he was a Ripper clone, the very one
I’d been looking for, the Pacific NW’s son.
I write this solely to ask for the attention
Of those who might understand that Writing
Is by those rascal fool intellectuals such as We,
Who need to appreciate their Readers.
I can put this onto Amazon and change it later as I please.
It’s about the week Ted Bundy only sneezed.
Death Takes a Holiday is what that Vacation in Hell remark means.
“Welcome to your vacation in Hell, Bitch.”
Spoken like a truly seductive built like a brick wall Male Witch.
With a six-foot body all white and Racially “pure”
That wouldn’t stop until I do abjure. I forget what that means.
He told me I was racially pure instead of him,
He must have known something I don’t get to know,
About love coming along in Waves like Snow.
No deaths, no nothing but my Eternal Perplexity
Due to the Chinese Puzzle of Complexity,
“Your kind isn’t welcome around here,”
Said by everyone except Theodore Bundy. For ages and ages,
As I had to get past all fools and their rages.
I had the money, I could work for a living,
I had the proper ID; I could show to anything.
Theo barely had a few bucks to his Name,
A couple Hundred tucked away in his old shoes,
Obviously trying to find somewhere with the Blues.
And managed to Treat me in a way not the Same.
Colorado somehow knew about Seattle, my dear.
I’ve been welcome in Seattle before for quite some time,
Colorado had a kind for me in its very own “mind.”
What of the Meanest Hombre to Women (or so it seems)?
The only Emperor is the Emperor of Ice Cream.
Meaning, we had a great time and I’m not dead yet.
Probably because I was able to duck THEIR knives,
And the bloke wanted something like multiple wives.
Thus the bow tie and Muslim referencing,
All to catch the conscience of a certain Jewish King.
Ronald Gary Schwarz: Rest in Peace.
Theodore Bundy: Rest in Pieces. I like Reese’s the best.
You’re both equally ashes scattered near Lake Union.
I am hoping to be buried around my husband.
Ron’s nonsense led me backwards to entering mental wards,
And overcoming them with the Love of ending War.
I do not recommend such poisonous suffering,
And am hoping that someday there will be No Such Thing.
WHATEVER MADE ME END UP WITH SUCH A “STRANGER” PERSON THAN THE ONES WITH WHICH I WAS USUALLY REHEARSING? I’VE GOT TO ADMIT, NIGHTMARES THAT I WAS NURSING. A VEXING FIXATION ON FIGURING OUT WHAT TO DO WITH KNIVES AND GUNS, REAL ONES. FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE, SINCE THE SOCIETY FOR CREATIVE ANACHRONISM.
What made Theo into such a stranger? Actually doing what we had been discussing far too frequently and putting it into action. Such a nasty bad and idiotic sideshow attraction. A media circus with No explanation. Somehow an Anti-Semitic Hell for my Strange Examination.
Ted Bundy was the first person with which
I finally mentioned my lifelong dream.
I wanted to open a business soon,
And make my money honestly as a Ghost Writer.
I offered him a job with my brand-new corporation,
While we broke simple bread and found new inspiration.
Years later, I’m an agent and have disabled imagination.
Hopefully somehow this doesn’t stink.
Maybe of humans it will somehow make you think,
But if you’ve gotta be mean and lie a lot and not notice,
I guess my version is not the best in Quotas.
It really is nowadays, and this is GWI
If you can write well, and are a professional, join us.
I would have taken Theo onboard because I slept with him.
Like on Star Trek, with Nichelle Nicholson.
I may have my finger in too many pies.
But Ted ran around and they all think he lies.
They’re sure he was trying to get off on his crimes,
While he made it obvious 100% of the times,
That he was into reversing our opinions, too high
Of Men. Oops feminism from the veriest Wrong Guy.
Somehow, I’ve got to play a kind of I Spy,
And tell you about my motherfucking disabled Lie.
Unfairly executed while as Disabled as I.
His suit was a womb he couldn’t leave behind,
Means he was able-bodied and had his own mind,
But he was definitely not the Center Park kind.
I used to call us The Walking Disabled.
Chairs, chairs, so many I fixed on the Bus,
Wheelchairs electric, not electric chairs.
If you’re Different from Everyone Else,
I think one of your names is Theodore Bundy.
So many gays fitting under that Label.
Ted was finally raped the right way
If anyone could ever see it that day,
I would guess his fellow prisoners had a field day.
As a rape victim myself, I’m not having one.
I know how rape is absolutely NO fun.
Well, his victims had not been having one,
Oh say, a good day, straight sunshine out the window
And Ted knew what it was like to be a Widow.
So he was AB enough to get the Chair,
Because he could stand up and sit down.
Theodore Bundy and Malcolm Little X Shabazz
So pretentious the titles, so infective the Gun.
Both of them are under Serial Killers, one of them one.
The other one died for his country America. It’s Son.
What the bad psychologist had done, per se:
One of us was into Staying Alive due to Rank Innocence, me
One of us was into Paying for His Most Awful Crimes, him.
Due to the nonsense of his own charming Mind,
He wanted me to slit his Throat from Ear to Ear,
As dark him was somehow an Alien Kind,
And finally I had him Dead to Rights on his back,
After having given him his favorite Chinese snack.
Which would have meant either a gentle love scratch,
Or a most absurdist Sorry my Dear. The opportunity came and went,
To give him his most just Punishment. Not from me.
I wanted to grow old and the best is yet to Be,
Instead of being jailed for Murderous Monotony.
I GAVE UP COMPLETELY ON MURDERING TED BUNDY.
Watching Me TV was much more fun, while eating Chinese food,
Fried Rice, two plates, I’d bought it with my work,
I decided Theodore was only another disabled “jerk”,
And too fun to be with for our relationship to work.
If I HAD murdered Theodore, and I have not “the balls,”
Which is NOT one of his, but mine own, curtain calls,
I’d either have to flee the scene and get immediately caught,
Or find out even HIS death to them didn’t mean an awful lot.
It would’ve been weird, going downstairs, with Lady
Macbeth’s eternal Blood on my hands. Washing it off in the sink,
I dreamed of going to the restroom and washing off Theo’s blood.
And of course I could have licked it up, trickling down his meaty chest, hairy and dark as the night, but Sicko just isn’t me. Grow old along with me, the best is yet to be, the last of life for which the first was made. I brought Theo instead a glass of decent Lemonade.
I do recall buying that lemonade and somehow, we each drank a large one. I think it was Hard Lemonade after all, I didn’t mind getting drunk that time. I trusted Ted Bundy and nothing happened, no cutthroat, we were in a Wild West Saloon and attention would have been paid, but I have a sure feeling he just wasn’t in the mood for killing me.
And was nervous and scared out of my gourd the entire time,
Because when he woke up, his knife took a swing at me, under Volition
Is this the price I pay for another book’s Ambitions?
The ladies downstairs in the Western Kitchen prepared our food and drink for Us.
The Knife was gently folded away. Razor sharp, twelve inches long. Not mine. Silver and stainless steel and gained somewhere unknown from Mexico with hate. Neo Nazi Ted Bundy was way too late. I knew they’d catch him legally, sometime soon,
Or it would somehow be on the other Side of the Moon.
Knife neatly placed on his pillow, next to Othello. I’m that Desdemona, I gently laid it down. My life, my fortune, my honor, sacred clown…nope. I’m Sherlock Holmes my way, same as Ted, differently though, check the name, She R. Lock Holmes. Oops, Holmes the American serial killer with a jaded old house in New York City in the real olden days. Well, Ted serial killed, I did not, or possibly I’m an accidental homicidal slut?
For as Black a Moor as Othello, Ted the Moor or Moriarty.
I pledged only to take chances with that Tiger of a Man.
As to killing anyone, I’m sure it worked that he can.
I never understand exactly why he Did.
I didn’t mind being his most temporary Wife,
I never did anything like murder in my brief short life,
Honest, officers, I just jumped two trains, in boxcars, and rode with hims.
Having a knife around can get people to jump, when they are me.
I much preferred somehow watching TV. Temporarily.
Watching TV was a lot more – it was Get Smart on, I think.
My boyfriend had died in the CIA, the real one,
My life was devoted to waiting for someone.
Why did Ted Bundy want me to cut his throat open?
We both must have run into a Certain Somebody,
Who said the only people who care are the Relatives
Of the dead victims, as the dead are particularly Gone.
That was the Holocaust, a Tale too Long,
Involving how the only people who cared were Their Relatives.
Check out Shakespeare, they knew that in 1400 AD.
So caring about the Holocaust was somehow yet to be.
A scratch is as good as a doorway to Mercutio,
As often mentioned by William Shakespeare,
But Ted Bundy wouldn’t have liked what I was able to do,
Anymore than a Black kid on exhibit at a Zoo.
And fought for eight years or longer to look like it, too.
That is, the reverse of an innocent man in public.
He was a student of Reverse Psychology
Is the best I’m going to do. Me too.
Sort of a Tale of Two Cities mixed with Shakespearean Ethics.
I considered swapping places with him on the docket,
As I’ve somehow been a Hitler all by myself.
Which Ideas rate a poem, if I could ever find the proper words (I’m autistic) enough to express that Ted Bundy was one of US, goldmanite, the Disabled. While able to leap tall buildings and would have been a capable US Marine. So that is why the act obscene, to fry him in honor of every Scream Queen. Man could run like a total deer, jackrabbit or otherwise the vast Unknown in an ill-fitting business suit, and ski in it.
Some disabled are a bit more Unique than others.
I’m gone enough to think I have Band of Brothers.
Homicidal Lunatic and Suicidal Sanity with Purpose
I meant it when I vowed to Malcolm X that I would kill Theodore Bundy,
Then the good lawyer talked me out of it. Both were Lawyers. Which was which?
Ted Bundy would have been labelled a Witch (or Warlock) pretty quickly,
Which he was. And fried for the same reasons as before,
A seeming Jew who couldn’t be understood, out the door.
About my murdering him to END his long CRIME SPREE,
And which one talked me out of it, my lover Theodore,
Or the man who said he was my Big Brother?
Well, both of them and my husband studied Law.
Sir Paul McCartney told me to let him in the Door.
He meant the one between my legs, and who knows why
I’m today into something more like Mumbled Pegs.
Thunder and lightning back in 1980s Colorado,
He knocked like a Gentleman and asked to be let in.
I couldn’t have Resisted him but reluctantly opened the door.
Would he have spent hours getting pneumonia in the pouring rain?
He had something to buy a motel room for one night,
Taking chances, it will be all right. Open the door I opened before.
When I knew he was waiting in there with a Hell of a Knife.
Someone’s knocking at the door,
Somebody’s ringing the bell,
Someone’s knocking at the door,
Somebody’s ringing the bell,
Do me a favor, baby, open the door,
And Let them in, oh yeah yeah-yeah.
–Wings, all about Martin Luther and gays, me and whoever. But Paul McCartney forgot to mention Instant Death, which with Theo was Lengthy Persecution over weeks.
“Someone belongs here far more than I do. Her name is Karen Cole.”
He “meant” on trial instead of him, which sounded so loser they convicted him
But kept taking centuries to get around to it, as usual?
Why did not Ted the Bundy NOT get a speedy trial?
“I am kept from Several False Confessions,
About events that all actually Happened.”