Poem: Gary Jones

Gary Jones liked to make homemade ginger ale

and scream to his kittens

about his ex-wife

or the atrocities of the Middle East.

When somebody came to his door

Gary wondered

what kind of gun they were carrying

and where they would shoot him

how it would feel.

He peeked through the hole

but never opened.

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8 Comments

  1. Odd synchronicity! I walked into work where we had active shooter drills yesterday morning because that’s what you do when you work in mental health at the VA. It was solemn. Most of us are military fam or Veterans… so we all have our own AK’s at home, I’m actually a great shot! Ok I promise to stop leaving books on all your poems now so you can focus on creating! Lol

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