Will Dockery wrote:
Riding Through
This is not a happy world
we're living in.
This is not some happy poem
I can't pretend.
Well you could have told him
to keep his ass in New York.
But you didn't
and that's understandable.
It's in the a.m.
and my thoughts wander.
In the dark before the dawn
as I keep on keeping on.
Tapped to the muse
my imaginary memory dream lovers.
They are so real to me
as am I.
Yeah it's only me
but it hurts so bad
it could almost
be somebody real
somebody that has meaning.
These mourning notes
crafted up in neat stacks of word art.
Trapped on the page
with the bang clang of an old Underwood.
-Will Dockery
Somewhat obscure and quite good....
drive-by wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Riding Through
This is not a happy world
we're living in.
This is not some happy poem
I can't pretend.
Well you could have told him
to keep his ass in New York.
But you didn't
and that's understandable.
It's in the a.m.
and my thoughts wander.
In the dark before the dawn
as I keep on keeping on.
Tapped to the muse
my imaginary memory dream lovers.
They are so real to me
as am I.
Yeah it's only me
but it hurts so bad
it could almost
be somebody real
somebody that has meaning.
These mourning notes
crafted up in neat stacks of word art.
Trapped on the page
with the bang clang of an old Underwood.
-Will Dockery
"Underwood" bringing me to Bukowski.......I shall mull......
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