Will Dockery
2018-03-11 03:10:02 UTC
Life During Reconstruction
And after a certain point
it was like
blow on my dice
I want to roll them.
Go ahead and see
just how bad it can get
in this black, and blue night.
Help it along
show me the code
for that secret madrigal.
Well when she died
it changed a lot
like that song about becoming
stardust and golden.
Just an abstract concept
on another level.
Then any hope of a happy ending
was set
nothing but hellos and dream tears
the Gods made that choice.
Doom!
My pain, you'll never know
that I found impossible
trying
to get over
to rise above.
My feet walk
until they are sore
over in the suburbs.
Old Corning Town
across state line
and Georgia law
across old Dillingham bridge.
Your smile will forever
elude me
M'Lady Katherine
your eternal beauty.
Sidewalk spinner
in the eternal wobbling
and your claims of love
never acted on.
And is it really tragic
watching it burn
from on high
up on Wright Road.
Or just my self pity
my self hatred
just another
dirt track demon
buried behind a smile.
A tattoo on his arm
that says "Maybe"
a little of both probably.
Like Rag Picker Joe
on crutches.
I was betrayed
heartbroken
banked out on the Speedway
a dozen times.
With a hundred
putrid metaphors
of course I never counted
before the final one.
I reckon this one
hit the nerve
holding the handle
with a suitcase to Hades..
Until you ascended
and I found myself free.
I was farmed out
of senior service
of Her Majesty
The Angel of Esquiline Hill.
Sweet dark angel
of the ozone stigmata
the slick red mud
of the river bank.
Twilight Girl
But I never wanted this freedom.
This drifting
on a black sea
throwing dice and coins
at the phantom gunboat
in an underwater railroad.
While you sleep tight
with the fishes.
No light in sight
And none expected.
-Will Dockery
And after a certain point
it was like
blow on my dice
I want to roll them.
Go ahead and see
just how bad it can get
in this black, and blue night.
Help it along
show me the code
for that secret madrigal.
Well when she died
it changed a lot
like that song about becoming
stardust and golden.
Just an abstract concept
on another level.
Then any hope of a happy ending
was set
nothing but hellos and dream tears
the Gods made that choice.
Doom!
My pain, you'll never know
that I found impossible
trying
to get over
to rise above.
My feet walk
until they are sore
over in the suburbs.
Old Corning Town
across state line
and Georgia law
across old Dillingham bridge.
Your smile will forever
elude me
M'Lady Katherine
your eternal beauty.
Sidewalk spinner
in the eternal wobbling
and your claims of love
never acted on.
And is it really tragic
watching it burn
from on high
up on Wright Road.
Or just my self pity
my self hatred
just another
dirt track demon
buried behind a smile.
A tattoo on his arm
that says "Maybe"
a little of both probably.
Like Rag Picker Joe
on crutches.
I was betrayed
heartbroken
banked out on the Speedway
a dozen times.
With a hundred
putrid metaphors
of course I never counted
before the final one.
I reckon this one
hit the nerve
holding the handle
with a suitcase to Hades..
Until you ascended
and I found myself free.
I was farmed out
of senior service
of Her Majesty
The Angel of Esquiline Hill.
Sweet dark angel
of the ozone stigmata
the slick red mud
of the river bank.
Twilight Girl
But I never wanted this freedom.
This drifting
on a black sea
throwing dice and coins
at the phantom gunboat
in an underwater railroad.
While you sleep tight
with the fishes.
No light in sight
And none expected.
-Will Dockery