She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue,
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished,
and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient,
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol...starlike squiggles,
the flame had affected her some...
I saw the multicolored fire,
it skipped frantically across alandscape. This is not really a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness,
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
stencil writings...
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
this is not really what is seems like, is it?
This is not more than a balcony,
and you're only a woman...
-Will Dockery 10-21-82
I agree.
Will
Wow! Again!?! Thanks... but... are you insane?
Will
Mari.
She got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
there's no poem here that i can see.
>-Will Dockery 10-21-82
how fascinating. in 20 plus years you have not changed your writing style even
in the slightest. you were just as mundane, boring, and comically constructed
then as you are now.
but it is nice to know you didn't write poetry in 1982 either.
love and kisses,
j r sherman
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"A sad tale's best for winter: I have one
Of sprites and goblins."
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Thanks JRS! I thought you'd like it!
Will
http://www.angelfire.com/al2/dockery
how amusing. libel, the last refuge of a desparate man.
you have yet to prove me wrong, dockery. how much more desparate will you get?
love and kisses,
j r sherman
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You really have a hard on for Will, huh j r?
What you call blandness
was actually a plain spoken
unpretentious statement,
easily understood and impossible
to confuse in 1980 tutu.
> love and kisses,
>
> j r sherman
>
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> "A sad tale's best for winter: I have one
> Of sprites and goblins."
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A poem is no place
for a good loser.
http://scrawlmark.org
Not nearly as "desparate" as your brother marrying a fucking gook.
so it would seem.
but why he keeps insisting it's poetry i'll never know.
i guess someone has to...right?
j r, you wouldn't recognize a poem if it grabbed your tiny flacid
dick. (Your mother, the Azorean whore, told me of your, ahem,
short-comings.)
Can't see why. Though it's possible to say that pigs call their
shit "corncobs," possibly "corn swill," the pigs merely "call" their
whole day "rooting."
Pearls, corn, shit, the foot of a sleeping pig, they still call it
"rooting."
There's a movement afoot to call it "reading UseNet," but I don't
think it'll "take." Most pigs squeal when bit on the foot, where
most UseNet posters squeal when they bite on a pearl.
"What's this shit doing in my corn swill?"
"SUE!"