• Re: Sunglass / Will Dockery

    From W-Dockery@21:1/5 to All on Mon May 30 22:00:14 2022
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    Sunglass

    This battered old shell looks like a death mask.

    Lucky or not I shall wear it as I walk into Phenix City. Though I
    cheated in my gambling I wound up broke anyway.

    And I come, and I pay the zombie whores and walking dead. While the
    dark lady in sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    One more trip over that bridge to the kissing booth. Where there's
    smoke there may be fire and this time I got burned.

    I walk this beach at midnight like a zen dharma beach bum. And I am
    saved, and I turn.

    I watch the drunken poets, and my lawyer. While the dark lady in
    sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    -Will Dockery

    Crossposting test.

    Comments and critique on the poem are welcome.

    🙂

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  • From General-Zod@21:1/5 to Will Dockery on Wed Jun 15 20:39:33 2022
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    Will Dockery wrote:

    Sunglass

    This battered old shell looks like a death mask.

    Lucky or not I shall wear it as I walk into Phenix City. Though I
    cheated in my gambling I wound up broke anyway.

    And I come, and I pay the zombie whores and walking dead. While the
    dark lady in sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    One more trip over that bridge to the kissing booth. Where there's
    smoke there may be fire and this time I got burned.

    I walk this beach at midnight like a zen dharma beach bum. And I am
    saved, and I turn.

    I watch the drunken poets, and my lawyer. While the dark lady in
    sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    -Will Dockery



    It is working and the poem is another classic....

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  • From W.Dockery@21:1/5 to General-Zod on Tue Jun 21 11:32:19 2022
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    General-Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    Sunglass

    This battered old shell looks like a death mask.

    Lucky or not I shall wear it as I walk into Phenix City. Though I
    cheated in my gambling I wound up broke anyway.

    And I come, and I pay the zombie whores and walking dead. While the
    dark lady in sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    One more trip over that bridge to the kissing booth. Where there's
    smoke there may be fire and this time I got burned.

    I walk this beach at midnight like a zen dharma beach bum. And I am
    saved, and I turn.

    I watch the drunken poets, and my lawyer. While the dark lady in
    sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    -Will Dockery



    It is working and the poem is another classic....

    Good morning, and thanks again for reading and commenting.

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  • From Victor H.@21:1/5 to Will Dockery on Wed Aug 17 22:06:40 2022
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    Will Dockery wrote:

    General-Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    Sunglass

    This battered old shell looks like a death mask.

    Lucky or not I shall wear it as I walk into Phenix City. Though I
    cheated in my gambling I wound up broke anyway.

    And I come, and I pay the zombie whores and walking dead. While the >>>>>> dark lady in sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    One more trip over that bridge to the kissing booth. Where there's >>>>>> smoke there may be fire and this time I got burned.

    I walk this beach at midnight like a Zen dharma beach bum. And I am >>>>>> saved, and I turn.

    I watch the drunken poets, and my lawyer. While the dark lady in
    sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    -Will Dockery



    It is working and the poem is another classic....

    Good morning, and thanks again for reading and commenting.


    An old fave, and great influence on my own work...!

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  • From W.Dockery@21:1/5 to General-Zod on Sat Aug 20 16:25:09 2022
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    General-Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    Sunglass

    This battered old shell looks like a death mask.

    Lucky or not I shall wear it as I walk into Phenix City. Though I
    cheated in my gambling I wound up broke anyway.

    And I come, and I pay the zombie whores and walking dead. While the
    dark lady in sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    One more trip over that bridge to the kissing booth. Where there's
    smoke there may be fire and this time I got burned.

    I walk this beach at midnight like a zen dharma beach bum. And I am
    saved, and I turn.

    I watch the drunken poets, and my lawyer. While the dark lady in
    sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    -Will Dockery



    It is working and the poem is another classic....


    Thanks again for reading and commenting.

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  • From Zod@21:1/5 to Will Dockery on Thu Sep 15 21:12:29 2022
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    Will Dockery wrote:

    General-Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    Sunglass

    This battered old shell looks like a death mask.

    Lucky or not I shall wear it as I walk into Phenix City. Though I
    cheated in my gambling I wound up broke anyway.

    And I come, and I pay the zombie whores and walking dead. While the >>>>>> dark lady in sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    One more trip over that bridge to the kissing booth. Where there's >>>>>> smoke there may be fire and this time I got burned.

    I walk this beach at midnight like a zen dharma beach bum. And I am >>>>>> saved, and I turn.

    I watch the drunken poets, and my lawyer. While the dark lady in
    sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    -Will Dockery



    It is working and the poem is another classic....

    Good morning, and thanks again for reading and commenting.


    You are welcome...

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  • From W-Dockery@21:1/5 to Zod on Mon Sep 19 03:04:16 2022
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    Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    General-Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    Sunglass

    This battered old shell looks like a death mask.

    Lucky or not I shall wear it as I walk into Phenix City. Though I >>>>>>> cheated in my gambling I wound up broke anyway.

    And I come, and I pay the zombie whores and walking dead. While the >>>>>>> dark lady in sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    One more trip over that bridge to the kissing booth. Where there's >>>>>>> smoke there may be fire and this time I got burned.

    I walk this beach at midnight like a zen dharma beach bum. And I am >>>>>>> saved, and I turn.

    I watch the drunken poets, and my lawyer. While the dark lady in >>>>>>> sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    -Will Dockery



    It is working and the poem is another classic....

    Good morning, and thanks again for reading and commenting.


    You are welcome...

    Good evening, my friend.

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  • From Victor H.@21:1/5 to Will Dockery on Wed Sep 21 21:03:52 2022
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    Will Dockery wrote:

    Sunglass

    This battered old shell looks like a death mask.

    Lucky or not I shall wear it as I walk into Phenix City. Though I
    cheated in my gambling I wound up broke anyway.

    And I come, and I pay the zombie whores and walking dead. While the
    dark lady in sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    One more trip over that bridge to the kissing booth. Where there's
    smoke there may be fire and this time I got burned.

    I walk this beach at midnight like a zen dharma beach bum. And I am
    saved, and I turn.

    I watch the drunken poets, and my lawyer. While the dark lady in
    sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    -Will Dockery

    Crossposting test.

    Comments and critique on the poem are welcome.

    🙂


    It does seem to be working well....

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  • From W.Dockery@21:1/5 to Zod on Mon Sep 26 02:27:49 2022
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    Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    Sunglass

    This battered old shell looks like a death mask.

    Lucky or not I shall wear it as I walk into Phenix City. Though I
    cheated in my gambling I wound up broke anyway.

    And I come, and I pay the zombie whores and walking dead. While the
    dark lady in sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    One more trip over that bridge to the kissing booth. Where there's
    smoke there may be fire and this time I got burned.

    I walk this beach at midnight like a zen dharma beach bum. And I am
    saved, and I turn.

    I watch the drunken poets, and my lawyer. While the dark lady in
    sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    -Will Dockery

    Crossposting test.

    Comments and critique on the poem are welcome.




    It does seem to be working well....


    Good evening, thanks for checking it out.

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  • From W.Dockery@21:1/5 to General-Zod on Sun Nov 20 21:46:24 2022
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    General-Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    Sunglass

    This battered old shell looks like a death mask.

    Lucky or not I shall wear it as I walk into Phenix City. Though I
    cheated in my gambling I wound up broke anyway.

    And I come, and I pay the zombie whores and walking dead. While the
    dark lady in sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    One more trip over that bridge to the kissing booth. Where there's
    smoke there may be fire and this time I got burned.

    I walk this beach at midnight like a zen dharma beach bum. And I am
    saved, and I turn.

    I watch the drunken poets, and my lawyer. While the dark lady in
    sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    -Will Dockery



    It is working and the poem is another classic....


    Thanks again for the nod, Zod.

    :)

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  • From W.Dockery@21:1/5 to Victor H. on Thu Nov 24 02:37:00 2022
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    Victor H. wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    Sunglass

    This battered old shell looks like a death mask.

    Lucky or not I shall wear it as I walk into Phenix City. Though I
    cheated in my gambling I wound up broke anyway.

    And I come, and I pay the zombie whores and walking dead. While the
    dark lady in sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    One more trip over that bridge to the kissing booth. Where there's
    smoke there may be fire and this time I got burned.

    I walk this beach at midnight like a zen dharma beach bum. And I am
    saved, and I turn.

    I watch the drunken poets, and my lawyer. While the dark lady in
    sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    -Will Dockery

    Crossposting test.

    Comments and critique on the poem are welcome.

    🙂


    It does seem to be working well....


    Good evening my friend, happy Thanksgiving to you and Mike.

    🙂

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  • From W.Dockery@21:1/5 to General-Zod on Mon Jan 2 06:50:45 2023
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    General-Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    Sunglass

    This battered old shell looks like a death mask.

    Lucky or not I shall wear it as I walk into Phenix City. Though I
    cheated in my gambling I wound up broke anyway.

    And I come, and I pay the zombie whores and walking dead. While the
    dark lady in sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    One more trip over that bridge to the kissing booth. Where there's
    smoke there may be fire and this time I got burned.

    I walk this beach at midnight like a zen dharma beach bum. And I am
    saved, and I turn.

    I watch the drunken poets, and my lawyer. While the dark lady in
    sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    -Will Dockery



    It is working and the pozem is another classic....

    Thanks again for reading and commenting.

    🙂

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  • From W.Dockery@21:1/5 to General-Zod on Thu Jan 12 17:04:27 2023
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    General-Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    Sunglass

    This battered old shell looks like a death mask.

    Lucky or not I shall wear it as I walk into Phenix City. Though I
    cheated in my gambling I wound up broke anyway.

    And I come, and I pay the zombie whores and walking dead. While the
    dark lady in sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    One more trip over that bridge to the kissing booth. Where there's
    smoke there may be fire and this time I got burned.

    I walk this beach at midnight like a zen dharma beach bum. And I am
    saved, and I turn.

    I watch the drunken poets, and my lawyer. While the dark lady in
    sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    -Will Dockery



    It is working and the poem is another classic....


    Thanks again for the nod, Zod.

    :)

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  • From W.Dockery@21:1/5 to General-Zod on Fri Jan 13 22:59:47 2023
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    General-Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    Sunglass

    This battered old shell looks like a death mask.

    Lucky or not I shall wear it as I walk into Phenix City. Though I
    cheated in my gambling I wound up broke anyway.

    And I come, and I pay the zombie whores and walking dead. While the
    dark lady in sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    One more trip over that bridge to the kissing booth. Where there's
    smoke there may be fire and this time I got burned.

    I walk this beach at midnight like a zen dharma beach bum. And I am
    saved, and I turn.

    I watch the drunken poets, and my lawyer. While the dark lady in
    sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    -Will Dockery



    It is working and the poem is another classic....

    Thanks again for the nod, Zod.

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  • From W-Dockery@21:1/5 to General-Zod on Tue Jan 17 21:18:36 2023
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    General-Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    Sunglass

    This battered old shell looks like a death mask.

    Lucky or not I shall wear it as I walk into Phenix City. Though I
    cheated in my gambling I wound up broke anyway.

    And I come, and I pay the zombie whores and walking dead. While the
    dark lady in sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    One more trip over that bridge to the kissing booth. Where there's
    smoke there may be fire and this time I got burned.

    I walk this beach at midnight like a zen dharma beach bum. And I am
    saved, and I turn.

    I watch the drunken poets, and my lawyer. While the dark lady in
    sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    -Will Dockery



    It is working and the poem is another classic....


    Good afternoon and thanks yet again.

    :)

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  • From General-Zod@21:1/5 to Will Dockery on Tue Jan 24 21:39:19 2023
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    Will Dockery wrote:
    General-Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    Sunglass

    This battered old shell looks like a death mask.

    Lucky or not I shall wear it as I walk into Phenix City. Though I
    cheated in my gambling I wound up broke anyway.

    And I come, and I pay the zombie whores and walking dead. While the >>>>>> dark lady in sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    One more trip over that bridge to the kissing booth. Where there's >>>>>> smoke there may be fire and this time I got burned.

    I walk this beach at midnight like a Zen dharma beach bum. And I am >>>>>> saved, and I turn.

    I watch the drunken poets, and my lawyer. While the dark lady in
    sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    -Will Dockery



    It is working and the poem is another classic....


    Good afternoon and thanks yet again.

    Good DAY to YOU...!

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  • From W.Dockery@21:1/5 to General-Zod on Thu Jan 26 10:25:25 2023
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    General-Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    Sunglass

    This battered old shell looks like a death mask.

    Lucky or not I shall wear it as I walk into Phenix City. Though I
    cheated in my gambling I wound up broke anyway.

    And I come, and I pay the zombie whores and walking dead. While the
    dark lady in sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    One more trip over that bridge to the kissing booth. Where there's
    smoke there may be fire and this time I got burned.

    I walk this beach at midnight like a zen dharma beach bum. And I am
    saved, and I turn.

    I watch the drunken poets, and my lawyer. While the dark lady in
    sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    -Will Dockery



    It is working and the poem is another classic....


    Establishing the timeline, this one is late Summer 1997, written at the cottage near Saint Augustine Beach, just before my return to Georgia and Alabama.

    HTH and HAND.

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  • From W-Dockery@21:1/5 to General-Zod on Wed Jun 7 07:34:22 2023
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    General-Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    Sunglass

    This battered old shell looks like a death mask.

    Lucky or not I shall wear it as I walk into Phenix City. Though I
    cheated in my gambling I wound up broke anyway.

    And I come, and I pay the zombie whores and walking dead. While the
    dark lady in sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    One more trip over that bridge to the kissing booth. Where there's
    smoke there may be fire and this time I got burned.

    I walk this beach at midnight like a zen dharma beach bum. And I am
    saved, and I turn.

    I watch the drunken poets, and my lawyer. While the dark lady in
    sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    -Will Dockery



    It is working and the poem is another classic....

    Thanks again and hurry back to the group.

    🙂

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  • From W.Dockery@21:1/5 to General-Zod on Sat Jul 29 03:13:51 2023
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    General-Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    Sunglass

    This battered old shell looks like a death mask.

    Lucky or not I shall wear it as I walk into Phenix City. Though I
    cheated in my gambling I wound up broke anyway.

    And I come, and I pay the zombie whores and walking dead. While the
    dark lady in sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    One more trip over that bridge to the kissing booth. Where there's
    smoke there may be fire and this time I got burned.

    I walk this beach at midnight like a zen dharma beach bum. And I am
    saved, and I turn.

    I watch the drunken poets, and my lawyer. While the dark lady in
    sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    -Will Dockery



    It is working and the poem is another classic....

    Thanks again for reading and commenting.

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  • From W.Dockery@21:1/5 to General-Zod on Wed Aug 2 04:44:26 2023
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    General-Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:
    General-Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    Sunglass

    This battered old shell looks like a death mask.

    Lucky or not I shall wear it as I walk into Phenix City. Though I >>>>>>> cheated in my gambling I wound up broke anyway.

    And I come, and I pay the zombie whores and walking dead. While the >>>>>>> dark lady in sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    One more trip over that bridge to the kissing booth. Where there's >>>>>>> smoke there may be fire and this time I got burned.

    I walk this beach at midnight like a Zen dharma beach bum. And I am >>>>>>> saved, and I turn.

    I watch the drunken poets, and my lawyer. While the dark lady in >>>>>>> sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    -Will Dockery



    It is working and the poem is another classic....


    Good afternoon and thanks yet again.

    Good DAY to YOU...!


    Thanks again Zod.

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  • From W.Dockery@21:1/5 to Zod on Sun Aug 6 01:22:51 2023
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    Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    Sunglass

    This battered old shell looks like a death mask.

    Lucky or not I shall wear it as I walk into Phenix City. Though I
    cheated in my gambling I wound up broke anyway.

    And I come, and I pay the zombie whores and walking dead. While the
    dark lady in sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    One more trip over that bridge to the kissing booth. Where there's
    smoke there may be fire and this time I got burned.

    I walk this beach at midnight like a zen dharma beach bum. And I am
    saved, and I turn.

    I watch the drunken poets, and my lawyer. While the dark lady in
    sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    -Will Dockery



    It is working

    Thanks again, and have a good night.

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  • From W.Dockery@21:1/5 to Zod on Thu Aug 10 23:54:29 2023
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    Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    General-Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    Sunglass

    This battered old shell looks like a death mask.

    Lucky or not I shall wear it as I walk into Phenix City. Though I >>>>>>> cheated in my gambling I wound up broke anyway.

    And I come, and I pay the zombie whores and walking dead. While the >>>>>>> dark lady in sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    One more trip over that bridge to the kissing booth. Where there's >>>>>>> smoke there may be fire and this time I got burned.

    I walk this beach at midnight like a Zen dharma beach bum. And I am >>>>>>> saved, and I turn.

    I watch the drunken poets, and my lawyer. While the dark lady in >>>>>>> sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    -Will Dockery



    It is working and the poem is another classic....

    Good morning, and thanks again for reading and commenting.


    An old fave, and great influence on my own work...!


    Good evening, thanks again my friend.

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  • From General-Zod@21:1/5 to Will Dockery on Tue Sep 19 22:27:15 2023
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    Will Dockery wrote:

    Sunglass

    This battered old shell looks like a death mask.

    Lucky or not I shall wear it as I walk into Phenix City. Though I
    cheated in my gambling I wound up broke anyway.

    And I come, and I pay the zombie whores and walking dead. While the
    dark lady in sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    One more trip over that bridge to the kissing booth. Where there's
    smoke there may be fire and this time I got burned.

    I walk this beach at midnight like a zen dharma beach bum. And I am
    saved, and I turn.

    I watch the drunken poets, and my lawyer. While the dark lady in
    sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    -Will Dockery



    Comments and critique on the poem are welcome.

    One more read, quite liked ---.

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  • From W.Dockery@21:1/5 to General-Zod on Thu Sep 21 23:46:25 2023
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    General-Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    Sunglass

    This battered old shell looks like a death mask.

    Lucky or not I shall wear it as I walk into Phenix City. Though I
    cheated in my gambling I wound up broke anyway.

    And I come, and I pay the zombie whores and walking dead. While the
    dark lady in sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    One more trip over that bridge to the kissing booth. Where there's
    smoke there may be fire and this time I got burned.

    I walk this beach at midnight like a zen dharma beach bum. And I am
    saved, and I turn.

    I watch the drunken poets, and my lawyer. While the dark lady in
    sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    -Will Dockery



    Comments and critique on the poem are welcome.

    One more read, quite liked ---.


    Thanks again for the nod, Zod.

    🙂

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  • From W.Dockery@21:1/5 to General-Zod on Sun Sep 24 18:28:58 2023
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    General-Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    Sunglass

    This battered old shell looks like a death mask.

    Lucky or not I shall wear it as I walk into Phenix City. Though I
    cheated in my gambling I wound up broke anyway.

    And I come, and I pay the zombie whores and walking dead. While the
    dark lady in sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    One more trip over that bridge to the kissing booth. Where there's
    smoke there may be fire and this time I got burned.

    I walk this beach at midnight like a zen dharma beach bum. And I am
    saved, and I turn.

    I watch the drunken poets, and my lawyer. While the dark lady in
    sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    -Will Dockery



    another classic

    Thanks again for reading and commenting, Zod.

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  • From W.Dockery@21:1/5 to General-Zod on Thu Sep 28 07:50:34 2023
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    General-Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    Sunglass

    This battered old shell looks like a death mask.

    Lucky or not I shall wear it as I walk into Phenix City. Though I
    cheated in my gambling I wound up broke anyway.

    And I come, and I pay the zombie whores and walking dead. While the
    dark lady in sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    One more trip over that bridge to the kissing booth. Where there's
    smoke there may be fire and this time I got burned.

    I walk this beach at midnight like a zen dharma beach bum. And I am
    saved, and I turn.

    I watch the drunken poets, and my lawyer. While the dark lady in
    sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    -Will Dockery



    poem is
    classic....

    Thanks again for reading and commenting.

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  • From W.Dockery@21:1/5 to Zod on Tue Oct 3 14:34:41 2023
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    Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    Sunglass

    This battered old shell looks like a death mask.

    Lucky or not I shall wear it as I walk into Phenix City. Though I >>>>>>> cheated in my gambling I wound up broke anyway.

    And I come, and I pay the zombie whores and walking dead. While the >>>>>>> dark lady in sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    One more trip over that bridge to the kissing booth. Where there's >>>>>>> smoke there may be fire and this time I got burned.

    I walk this beach at midnight like a Zen dharma beach bum. And I am >>>>>>> saved, and I turn.

    I watch the drunken poets, and my lawyer. While the dark lady in >>>>>>> sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.

    -Will Dockery



    Good DAY to YOU...!

    Hello there my friend.

    🙂

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