Sujet : Re: Spinning Swiftly -- poem by Zod
De : will.dockery (at) *nospam* gmail.com (W.Dockery)
Groupes : alt.arts.poetry.comments rec.arts.poemsDate : 15. Jan 2025, 04:14:59
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Faraway Star wrote:
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
>
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I like his poem, it goes all over the place, sure, but that's not
unusual in poetry, as you know.
>
>
Hi there.... again... I thank you...!
Good evening again my friend.
Re: Spinning Swiftly -- poem by Zod