Look Under Your Bed
by Mark Nosack

We met in the night and it didn’t go well
and I know that it was not by just chance
You’re a thief with a knife under a drug’s evil spell
Willing to lower yourself to the devil’s dance

You snort, or smoke or shoot that shit
Your monkey’s way the hell out of control
You’re being squeezed like a lime
And soon in time, the sickness will settle it’s toll

Don’t you, Don’t you, Don’t you, Don’t you,
Go for your gun
Don’t you, Don’t you, Don’t you, Don’t you,
Think about trying to run

Look over your shoulder because I’ll be there
Look around every corner, expect to see me
Pay attention to faces for those who stare
Because one of those faces are me

Look under your bed and fear every shadow
Be careful of doors you walk through
Always consider the street that you drive down
Because, buddy, I’m there waiting for you

Be afraid of the dark, be skeerd of the light
Be weary of all parts of the day
Be petrified, be terrorized,
because soon I’m coming to play

You can run, you can hide, change name or hair color
Take great efforts to cover your tracks
But just remember this, This cop’ll never miss
To make certain you serve the max

You’re a monster to man without any plan
Your priorities are always to take advantage
Of innocent folk, and then trying to cloak
That your own life is impossible to manage

Don’t you, Don’t you, Don’t you, Don’t you,
Go for your gun
Don’t you, Don’t you, Don’t you, Don’t you,
Think about trying to run

Look over your shoulder because I’ll be there
Look around every corner and expect to see me
Pay attention to faces for those who stare
Because one of those faces are me

Look under your bed and fear every shadow
Be careful of doors you walk through
Always consider the street that you drive down
Because I’m there just waiting for you

Be afraid of the dark, be skeerd of the light
Be weary of all parts of the day
Be petrified, be terrorized,
because soon I’m coming to play

The Murder Gene

My most recent book is out and available. You can find it at www.PublishAmerica.com

Sometimes the life of a detective sucks. Kidnaping and murder tend to frighten the community to the core. In The Murder Gene: You Always Kill the Ones You Love, the burden lies heavily on the shoulders of Detective Jake Barkley when he responds to the murder scene of fifty six year old Gladys Parra. Jake quickly decides he knows who the murderer is when he finds the victim’s son, Enrique, sitting in a crowd in front of the home with scratches all over his face. Don’t count your chickens too soon Jake.

Enrique (Ricky) has an identical twin sister named Teresa (Terry). Can twins who are male and female be identical?

Jake, an identical twin himself who’s twin brother Jack had died from a methamphetamine overdose, struggles knowing the eerie connection that exists between identical twins. As the investigation unfolds, the plot builds with more murder, mayhem, action, and mystery than Jake ever wanted. Why can’t you people just be nice?

Ricky, an obsessive compulsive almost neurotic little prick, has Jake running in every direction and Detective Jake Barkley is running out of time. As an old detective, I’ve always said that time is on your side when investigating a fresh murder. The problem is, when people are dropping like flies, you need to take action and quick. Detective Jake Barkley shows his metal in a world made of flakes.

I’m a crusty old cop who has experienced evil at its worst. I’ve seen a world that would make even the hardiest horror movie fan shudder. I’ve stuck my head into hell and spit. The Murder Gene is fun with cop humor and cop action and cop failures. Many of the scenes in the book are scenes out of my life. I try to paint those scenes with the color of truth.