"Meat Plow" wrote:
>
> 'your' problem you drunken fool.
You're obviously the one with the problem... heh.
> Sky Poets of Dreamtown
> >
> > How could I ever know, sleepy lizard girl,
> > how would I have known?
> > In my flight from Rubbishtown, Shadowville,
> > you were waiting for me?
> > Providing silver rope and nuggets,
> > comfort for my tarnished-
> > seed man blowing in the breeze?
> >
> > Tone- spit the mystic substance on me.
> > Stone- the Sky Poets call me from the rocks.
> > Black and silver birds like bells.
> > Shell- you are clever.
> > Bone- it ****nes with your wetness.
> >
> > The Sky poets take note of:
> > Sleepy lizard girl
> > on the waves at midnight,
> > riding glowing foam.
> > They wander the broken orange moon.
> >
> > Rainbow Sky Poets,
> > out there,
> > they ride with the distant lightning brothers.
> > Where thunder sounds like a clanging bell,
> > or like tin cans clattering.
> > I then hear the far off sound of sirens,
> > perhaps an ambulance on A1A.
> >
> > In this dreamtown, I am:
> > far from Shadowville.
> > On the last day, I, a Sky Poet,
> > sliced my foot on a rock.
> >
> > -Will Dockery
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God's Toybox by Will Dockery and Dennis Beck
http://www.myspace.com/shadowvilleallstars
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