An excerpt from The Diary of Commitment Jones: “My daddy told me that most people don’t have no taste for Road Kill Stew, but I find it is a pleasure to eat. Don’t have to worry about bout going to the store an payin a high price for meat and the shoppin is easy cause route 60 is goin rit past my house…well, almost rit past my house give or take, as daddy says, a cupple of hundred yards. And the meet most times is tenderized from bein run over multiple times. Course you gotta pick the gravel out of it before you cook it unless you want to brake a tooth or somethin. And the nice thing about living next to route 60 is it four lanes so you got plenty of chances for some critter to get whacked. You just gotta get there before the turkey vultures do.”
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I would hope that anyone who reads my poetry understands that I write what comes to my mind and it doesn't mean I'm the reality of the words. I mean that just because I write about alcoholism does not mean I am the character in the poems. I write about those I've known and those I know and a very wide grouping that is of sinners and saints, those who know who and where they are going and those who are completely lost. I am empathic. I write in the first person because I feel the reality of what I am writing about. Like Dean Martin pretending to be drunk while performing I am not what it may seem. Just a thought as I know some out there who read what I write see the words and not the art or the understanding of the problem I am commenting on, nor do they understand that the comment is for the purpose of illustration and not my own personal reality. Married to a wonderful woman who is my best friend. Ronald Reagan Conservative Republican. Masters of Accounting-Taxation, United States Marine, taught for 10 years at the University of South Florida, held the following professional certifications: CPA, CVA, CFA. Published author, currently writing three novels and a ton of poems. View all posts by Gordon
