Poetry

Gut Shot
by Earl Bergland, 1989

The wife answered the phone
She turned to me
Charles is dead
A heart attack

There is no air
I've got to breathe
I need lots of air

My mind darts as a bat
All alleys are blind ones
A pinball machine adding up points of pain
Memories flashing zigzagging ricocheting off questions



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