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On Saturday, May 21, 2022 at 10:24:08 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> On Monday, February 7, 2022 at 4:39:10 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> > On Tuesday, January 18, 2022 at 6:10:06 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > >
> > > January additions to the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog have been added:
> > >
> > > https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/
> > >
> > > Stay tuned... more to come in 2022.
> > Add this one fo sho:
> >
> > > Twelve Efforts
> >
> > > Come along now
> > > come along.
> > > Come along now
> > > go slowly.
> >
> > > Now
> > > we are like stone figures
> > > setting a place
> > > in history.
> >
> > > We had one shot
> > > to get out of
> > > Cabbage Town
> > > on crutches in the sand.
> >
> > > Still dancing
> > > under electric skies.
> >
> > > Old Scratch
> > > kept it all
> > > within reason.
> >
> > > Exit
> > > step back.
> >
> > > Let the street side
> > > melodrama play out.
> >
> > > I must have been
> > > on a bland ego trip.
> >
> > > What task was I
> > > set up for next?
> >
> > > He was displayed
> > > sitting with the crowd,
> > > like a stranger
> > > in an even stranger land.
> >
> > > That Summer
> > > left me feeling young
> > > and I was young.
> >
> > > I had
> > > more notches to carve.
> >
> > > Jump cut back
> > > to Springtime.
> >
> > > The refreshing wind
> > > when I tried to hide.
> >
> > > It was
> > > morning in America
> > > all the way.
> >
> > > so we took it back
> > > to the start.
> >
> > > Throw in some
> > > Rolling Stones machismo
> > > or a touch of Brando.
> >
> > > Like a jungle adventure
> > > taken from my era
> > > took a moment
> > > to come to realize.
> >
> > > To last
> > > through
> > > twelve efforts
> > > weed thoughts
> > > sure do
> > > tax my mind.
> >
> > > That will be an effort
> > > we were
> > > like the lost ones
> > > leading the blind.
> >
> > > Doomed us every day
> > > Shiver's bird
> > > was tossed.
> >
> > > She could have been
> > > someone's mother
> > > but she sure was dosed.
> >
> > > I was with Rita
> > > who was one of my
> > > favorite flames.
> >
> > > Up on the hill
> > > with her breakfast coffee.
> >
> > > Sure loved the way
> > > she played
> > > the numbers games.
> >
> > > We do not know
> > > where he went
> > > not even his brother
> > > had a clue.
> >
> > > We don't know
> > > where he went.
> >
> > > All up in alms
> > > repeat the 23rd Psalms.
> >
> > > All this great crass
> > > rejuvenating effort
> > > making a last
> > > slightly late retort.
> >
> > > All of us
> > > laughing
> > > down the avenue.
> >
> > > In that humid
> > > spaced out
> > > Summer of 1982.
> >
> > > Hercules Shiver
> > > you were right
> > > this is true.
> >
> > > Auto writing
> > > for the myth
> > > from the muse.
> >
> > > I made it just along the trail
> > > court and spark
> > > on a Saturday afternoon.
> >
> > > As the world sleeps
> > > nothing seems
> > > to be moving.
> >
> > > But that would
> > > have to be
> > > incorrect.
> >
> > > I have not decided
> > > if you are real
> > > or just a figment
> > > from a fever dream.
> >
> > > With wind
> > > from the East
> > > and a chill
> > > not right for June.
> >
> > > The night shines
> > > and the torch lamp
> > > glows
> > > out there
> > > down the hill.
> >
> > > Will you prefer
> > > a lucky gnome
> > > who was
> > > not so sentimental?
> >
> > > -Will Dockery / June 12 2020
> >
> > ***
> Thanks again for reading and commenting.

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