Sujet : Re: Spinning Swiftly -- poem by Zod
De : will.dockery (at) *nospam* gmail.com (W.Dockery)
Groupes : alt.arts.poetry.comments rec.arts.poemsDate : 21. Feb 2025, 17:33:37
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On Wed, 7 Feb 2024 23:34:01 +0000, General-Zod wrote:
Wlll Dockery wrote:
Faraway Star wrote:
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>
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.
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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.
>
THNX again for read
You're welcome my friend.
😏
Re: Spinning Swiftly -- poem by Zod