From: cujo@petitmorte.net   
      
   mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) wrote in   
   news:jvGcndi0HP4QdQD0nZ2dnZfqnPadnZ2d@giganews.com:   
      
   >> Will-Dockery wrote:   
   >> Shattered   
   >>   
   >> The seconds have piled up   
   >> at the floor   
   >> lost here in some other guy's past   
   >> lying there   
   >> with your seconds piled   
   >> there went by a life   
   >> untold   
   >> unasked   
   >> going by   
   >> never caused and never traced   
   >> the future never ever appears here.   
   >>   
   >> If some morning I wake   
   >> here for you   
   >> trying to find some reason to return   
   >> if I see things denied   
   >> I once defined   
   >> a life just passed me by there   
   >> slipped through my fingers   
   >> everything here now is real   
   >> so wait.   
   >> That portion of the finish   
   >> never comes.   
   >>   
   >> Now that the lights are going so low   
   >> the dimming glow   
   >> falls on my ego   
   >> now that I'm falling   
   >> into my morning   
   >> here I am gazing into those   
   >> reflector eyes   
   >> morning light   
   >> is blasting my head clean too.   
   >> Morning's clearer   
   >> I've been forgetting it.   
   >>   
   >> Your thoughts seem to stream   
   >> like a highway   
   >> dimming lights seem to streak   
   >> like hitch-hikers.   
   >> When does this dream end?   
   >> When do I get on up the road?   
   >> The light sped out   
   >> like a fire-fly   
   >> like gravestones   
   >> never noticed   
   >> never seen.   
   >> Like marbles   
   >> spilling from shattered minds.   
   >>   
   >> -Will Dockery / August 20 1976   
   >>   
   >> ***   
   >> (Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School   
   >> newspaper, Columbus Georgia)   
   >>   
   >> From:   
   >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=1   
   >>   
   >> ***   
   >> Original text restored, troll content removed.   
   >   
   >   
   >   
   > No one touched your "unspeakable shit" poem, deceitful Donkey.   
   >   
   > And the alleged 'troll content" was a discussion about your having   
   > back-dated the poem's date of composition by two years.   
   >   
   > Why do you lie so much, Donkey?   
   >   
   > Why do you lie so much, when you know that you're going to be caught?   
   >   
   > Dumbass.   
      
   Dreckery cannot help lying and he imagines that he's smart too.   
      
   --   
   "The fact that it doesn't apply to the poem is of little consequence to   
   you, because your poems don't have a literary basis, because you're   
   functionally illiterate and haven't got a clue as to what a poem is." -   
   Little Willie Douchebag gets another asskicking from Pendragon   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)