by on June 26, 2008 :: 0 comments

I am waiting
for my mom
to pick me up.
The sixty-year
old patient
tells his doctor.
Here for shooting
a starter
pistol from his
seventeenth floor
window at
people he thought
were shooting at
him. There were
no other shots
reported, but
his. The man
afraid to be
shot had the cops
at his door
with real pistols.
The doctor asked
how old was
his mom and if
she was alive?
The patient said
he was fine.
He said he was
a doctor and
to be released.
At night he cried
for his mom,
who never came.

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