Two short poems from Larry Jones

For You

The grocery clerk turns red
as my wife yells at me
something about not enough money.

But, I don't react
till we get back to the car
then we have at it.

I don't like arguing in public
that's just what the people want
something to talk about at home
some excitement in their empty
grocery store lives.

I'd rather write it down
so that it's just between you
and me and only you
will know how I truly feel.



don't need a wife
don't need a friend
two sweet dogs
cupful of silence
a brand new hat.


*Larry Jones lives in Utah. His poetry appears at The Literary Burlesque, Breadcrumb Scabs, Clutching At Straws and others.

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