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
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
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....
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.
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....
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.
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...
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.
🙂
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....
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....
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....
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....
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....
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....
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....
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.
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....
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....
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....
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...!
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
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...!
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.
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 ---.
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
Will Dockery wrote:classic....
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
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...!
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