Re: Sunglass / Will Dockery

Will Dockery wrote:

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Sunglass
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This battered old shell looks like a death mask.
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Lucky or not I shall wear it as I walk into Phenix City. Though I
cheated in my gambling I wound up broke anyway.
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And I come, and I pay the zombie whores and walking dead. While the
dark lady in sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.
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One more trip over that bridge to the kissing booth. Where there's
smoke there may be fire and this time I got burned.
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I walk this beach at midnight like a zen dharma beach bum. And I am
saved, and I turn.
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I watch the drunken poets, and my lawyer. While the dark lady in
sunglasses takes the halo from his clay head.
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-Will Dockery

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Comments and critique on the poem are welcome.

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One more read, quite liked ---.