watch them fall

I shoot from the hip, and it kicks a bit

not a bruise that just won't heal 

I line my worries up on the wall 

pick them off, watch them all fall 

they shine bright, in afternoon light 

lined up there for me to see 

as soon as one drops, another one plops 

right in the middle of me 

I'm taking aim, not laying blame 

practice usually makes perfect 

I'll give another try, till I get it right 

and I can put this glock away

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License