Will Dockery
2016-03-04 15:36:03 UTC
Here's one of my poems posted to Usenet in March 1997, almost exactly 19 years ago
Will Dockery poem from alt.ezines 1997:
https://groups.google.com/d/msg/alt.ezines/TxRAq60fBPg/fWsKBAvijUYJ
Will Dockery poem from alt.ezines 1997:
https://groups.google.com/d/msg/alt.ezines/TxRAq60fBPg/fWsKBAvijUYJ
Andrew Roller Presents
<snipped for brevity>Ash Dust Moon
She reached out and touched me through a void,
and brought me over to the funeral.
I was soon standing there as the preacher said the words.
For his good Baptist soul.
He had been warm then his heart burst and he turned very cold.
Ashes to dust,
recycled to lung.
Spirits inside the air,
the void is there.
Lady Katherine was pleading to the underground,
that when he got there he wouldn't be found.
I was soon standing looking at the pictures at some exhibition.
They had been his though taken with a camera.
Naturally formed nuggets of art.
I could smell the summer on the ground steaming from the grass.
Acidity to morbidity,
profound profundity.
Smartest design in modern,
the void is the god.
My head fell suddenly against the ground,
the glass on the gates rattled somewhat from this.
I saw a man up on the roof painting a fixture up there,
and the wind rooster turned.
On the radio was country and western playing in the woodshop.
I was in a truck across the parking lot watching and hearing this.
What I can't do,
is what I don't want to do.
Look into her chemicals,
look into those blues of yours.
Standing down there by the front door,
I really wasn't too close or at least enough to hear her.
I recognized this street despite all the bulldozing.
There's something wrong, there's something new here in this city.
The sadness and worry in Katherine's eyes,
terror tactics in our hearts and wind in our souls.
(The above poem has been excerpted from Will Dockery's new zine, April
Bullets, which is a 32 page minicomic and is available for $1.00 from Will
Dockery, P.O. Box xxxx, Phenix City, AL 36868, U.S.A.)
Ash Dust Moon is
copyright 1997 by Will Dockery.
-END OF 213 EMISSION
She reached out and touched me through a void,
and brought me over to the funeral.
I was soon standing there as the preacher said the words.
For his good Baptist soul.
He had been warm then his heart burst and he turned very cold.
Ashes to dust,
recycled to lung.
Spirits inside the air,
the void is there.
Lady Katherine was pleading to the underground,
that when he got there he wouldn't be found.
I was soon standing looking at the pictures at some exhibition.
They had been his though taken with a camera.
Naturally formed nuggets of art.
I could smell the summer on the ground steaming from the grass.
Acidity to morbidity,
profound profundity.
Smartest design in modern,
the void is the god.
My head fell suddenly against the ground,
the glass on the gates rattled somewhat from this.
I saw a man up on the roof painting a fixture up there,
and the wind rooster turned.
On the radio was country and western playing in the woodshop.
I was in a truck across the parking lot watching and hearing this.
What I can't do,
is what I don't want to do.
Look into her chemicals,
look into those blues of yours.
Standing down there by the front door,
I really wasn't too close or at least enough to hear her.
I recognized this street despite all the bulldozing.
There's something wrong, there's something new here in this city.
The sadness and worry in Katherine's eyes,
terror tactics in our hearts and wind in our souls.
(The above poem has been excerpted from Will Dockery's new zine, April
Bullets, which is a 32 page minicomic and is available for $1.00 from Will
Dockery, P.O. Box xxxx, Phenix City, AL 36868, U.S.A.)
Ash Dust Moon is
copyright 1997 by Will Dockery.
-END OF 213 EMISSION
--
"Art is a selective recreation of reality according to an artist's
metaphysical value judgments" -Ayn Rand
Check out "Gone Too Far / Will Dockery & The Shadowville All-Stars -
http://www.reverbnation.com/open_graph/song/11596860
-- drinking coffee with Jack Snipe and Brian Mallard at Edgewood Park.
"Art is a selective recreation of reality according to an artist's
metaphysical value judgments" -Ayn Rand
Check out "Gone Too Far / Will Dockery & The Shadowville All-Stars -
http://www.reverbnation.com/open_graph/song/11596860
-- drinking coffee with Jack Snipe and Brian Mallard at Edgewood Park.