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On Thursday, November 8, 2018 at 11:04:10 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> Mike wrote in message
> news:38fe6865-e759-445b-bb28-0cc129c1a269@googlegroups.com...
> > On Sunday, October 28, 2018 at 8:29:46 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> >
> > Will Dockery poem from alt.ezines 1997:
> >
> > https://groups.google.com/d/msg/alt.ezines/TxRAq60fBPg/fWsKBAvijUYJ
> >
> > On Friday, March 14, 1997 at 4:00:00 AM UTC-4, ROLLER 666 posted:
> > > 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
> >
> > --
> > "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.
> >
> > Good poem thank you.
>
> Thanks for reading and commenting, Mike.

Agreed...!!