Will Dockery wrote:
Anonymous wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
I Met A Girl
I met a girl
she came from California.
It was in a dream
we knew each other instantly.
She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.
And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I've forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.
We talked
a really detached situation.
She said years ago
I was so shy
she thought I was gay.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.
And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I have forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.
I don't know why it was
that I would think of her.
I made a couple of puns
about her name that made me blush.
But her softness in tone
made me feel all right.
All I want to do
is get in contact.
-Will Dockery / May 8 1982
Good to see....
Thanks again, as I was telling Mummy Chunk, in 1982 when writing these
poems I
was highly influenced by 1950s Beat poets and 1980s punk rockers.
So please excuse the foul language.
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Will Dockery wrote:
Here's the original unedited version so the readers can decide for
themselves:
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I Met A Girl
I met a girl
she came from California.
It was in a dream
we knew each other instantly.
She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.
And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I've forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.
We talked
a really detached situation.
She said years ago
I was so shy
she thought I was gay.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.
And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I have forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.
I don't know why it was
that I would think of her.
I made a couple of puns
about her name that made me blush.
But her softness in tone
made me feel all right.
All I want to do
is get in contact.
-Will Dockery / May 8 1982
That's a very strange dream sequence, Will.
***It does sound a bit like Bukowski. It actually reminded me most of a
This poem was written in 1982, during my time in the Atlanta Georgia New
Wave punk rock scene, while also influenced by the earlier Beatnik poets
I was reading at the time, such as Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac and
Charles Bukowski among others.
Bukowski wannabe who used to post here, who shall go nameless.
Both styles employed a sort of crude swagger in the tone and content
which I also used in many of my poems.
All apologies to those offended.
HTH and HAND.
I can't see why anyone in their right mind would be offended by a dream
you had more than 40 years ago; but given some of the people nn the
group these days, it's probably best to cover oneself.
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