🚀 go-pugleaf

On Saturday, June 19, 2021 at 6:49:06 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> Zod wrote:
> >
> > Spinning Swiftly
>
> > Sprained ankle
> > stumbled
> > over the tracks.
>
> > Dark demon
> > in a 24 ounce tin.
>
> > She lifts her kickers
> > tomorrow's raging
> > headache
> > is all that remains.
>
> > Murrowed gill people
> > on the lake shore
> > at backwater
> > Goat Rock Damn.
>
> > Without any special
> > dispensation
> > by the bog
> > still running from the Mob.
>
> > All these nights
> > of nothing
> > but
> > undercover dollars.
>
> > It was sold
> > down the line
> > awaiting my soul
> > looking for a number
> > or nookie.
>
> > Forever to prey
> > pray
> > to the gods of rock and roll.
>
> > Waiting
> > wait in silence
> > the other old man
> > is dying.
>
> > By General Zod
>
> > ***
> I like his poem, it goes all over the place, sure, but that's not unusual in poetry, as you know.

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