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(Msg. 1) Posted: Mon May 31, 2004 1:40 pm
Post subject: Dream Tears. by Will Dockery Archived from groups: alt>arts>poetry>comments, others (more info?)
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From: headkase
>> I miss Talent.
>
> And has anyone seen Dignity, lately?
i left my self respect by the side of a road
it wasnt wearing a seat belt.
"Self respect never been photographed..."
> > > > > > > Dream Tears.
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > Spanish guitar flutters.
> > > > > > > It was 1895 or so,
> > > > > > > I was in a dream.
> > > > > > > I met my bride on saint George Street,
> > > > > > > sweet brown nameless bride.
> > > > > > > In the big clapboard city market house,
> > > > > > > train station dream place.
> > > > > > > Her eyes and smile,
> > > > > > > her sparkle of wit, my dream wife.
> > > > > > > We sit with happy conversation.
> > > > > > > Across the huge room,
> > > > > > > I see the drunken unreconstructed rebel.
> > > > > > > Swearing and pushing people.
> > > > > > > I nod to her
> > > > > > > that it's time for us to slide.
> > > > > > > We cut through the side room bar area,
> > > > > > > crowded ---
> > > > > > > I look back,
> > > > > > > my heart sinks,
> > > > > > > She is not behind me.
> > > > > > > I don't see her anywhere,
> > > > > > > among these happy ghosts.
> > > > > > > I step out on this street,
> > > > > > > waiting, looking,
> > > > > > > no sign of her.
> > > > > > > I step back in.
> > > > > > > Coming through the opposite
> > > > > > > far entrance I see...
> > > > > > > The parade of proud klansmen.
> > > > > > > It all becomes clear to me,
> > > > > > > they took her.
> > > > > > > My sweet smiling nameless bride.
> > > > > > > I step back onto Saint George street,
> > > > > > > salt breeze and fish smell in the air.
> > > > > > > I sit with a group of fellow ghosts,
> > > > > > > beaten and grey under an awning,
> > > > > > > and I cry --- floods and torrents of tears.
> > > > > > > Spanish guitar flutters.
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > -Will Dockery.
> > > > > >
> > > > > > Will Dockery in performance:
> > > > > >
> > > > > > http://tinyurl.com/29zkz
> > > > > >
> > > > > > http://tinyurl.com/2fy5c
> > > > > >
> > > > > > http://tinyurl.com/2pw8x
> > > > > >
> > > > > > http://tinyurl.com/3esd9
> > > > > >
> > > > > > http://tinyurl.com/yvkhu
> > > > > >
> > > > > > =====
> > > > > > Art, music, poetry of Will Dockery:
> > > > > > http://www.lulu.com/dockery >> Stay informed about: Dream Tears. by Will Dockery |
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