• Re: "Sunshine Seventy-Seven" / Will Dockery

    From W.Dockery@3:633/280.2 to All on Wed Jun 25 01:22:20 2025
    General-Zod wrote:
    Will Dockery wrote:
    General-Zod wrote:
    Will Dockery wrote:

    Sunshine Seventy-Seven

    I went and sold some blood
    then bought
    a big bottle of wine.

    Copped some weed
    so we could party
    and celebrate my new job.

    Blind bat getting rowdy
    tried to attack Jimmy Green.

    He picked up a stick
    off the darkened street
    smacked the bat down.

    While I was over at her house
    I helped Galatea
    paint her bathroom green.

    Powder snow whisked up my nose
    to my brain
    pizzeria summit meeting.

    Then riding all night
    delivering pizza.

    Feeling the hot dabs
    of Summer swelter
    and going to bed alone.

    I looked into her eyes
    in the morning light
    as we walked
    on the dew covered grass.

    The clouds churned white
    it seemed like
    a hundred years ago.

    I had the stoned awareness
    there were illustrations
    in my thoughts
    obviously created by her stare

    Her kisses
    could have lasted forever
    her eyes
    were like two blue stones
    my thoughts flew like birds.

    On the blood red clay of the bank
    we sat
    she was sitting behind me
    wrapped around me.

    I could feel the air
    so hot and dry.

    The sun swam over the lake
    in crimson floods
    the clouds were shifting
    in orange flashes.

    Like golden chains
    the clouds cut across the blue sky
    my thoughts of her
    seemed to freeze my blood.

    The day mellowed finally
    I wondered when or if
    she was ever coming back
    it was so silent.

    I found that she was gone
    told her goodbye on the telephone
    as the sun went down
    blazing red.

    Blue stars sparkled
    on the black sky above
    as I sat on the corner
    smoking my weed.

    Wondering how much longer
    I would have to wait
    waiting for the sky to split.

    The night lumbered on
    club-footed
    I wished she would
    come to my window
    and lay beside me again.

    Her eyes
    like blue stones
    as my thoughts
    flew like birds.

    -Will Dockery (July 1977)

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    From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
    https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/12/sunshine-seventy-seven.html


    Another golden age favorite....

    Thanks for reading and commenting.

    Having another read of one not seen for a while..!

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