Poetry by John Grey

New Uses

Joe remembers how

this new condominium development

was once a church.

And the church was formerly a saloon.

No problem.

When he needs to pray,

he retreats to his bedroom.

When he needs a drink,

there’s always Jack Daniels

in the bottom dresser drawer.

Of course, he once was

comfortable enough

in his own skin

to not need entreaties to God.

And those days,

he only drank socially.

What kind of person

would live in one

of these condos, he asks himself.

And who the hell

moved into this body?

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