I Admit / a poem by Will Dockery (posted 3-31-97)

[Will Dockery]

Here's a poem of mine that was posted to Usenet on March 31st 1997:

I Admit / Will Dockery (poem posted 3-31-97)
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I ADMIT

I admit...
I don't really understand
a family like this.
They dump this guilt all on one girl
who couldn't deal with it,
or understand it, but would have taken it,
for just some love.

Maybe she thought this was love
maybe she told herself this was
how it was supposed to be.
It's crazy, cruel, is this real life,
so far removed from my dreaming?

I've seen this cold cutting style.
Her sister jabbing the emotional wounds
that she could find there.
With denial, rationalization and lies...
no, lies is not too strong of a word...
and like I promised you,
the whole story,
no names,
this part I may edit.

I'm amazed at how much emotions can hurt
every time the pain is surprising.
(I can only imagine their pain)
And for me, pain brings the anger-
how could I have ever waited 14 years for this?
It's sloppy,
and only neutral ground keeps me here.

How much trouble could a simple
phone call be?
It's impossible for me to describe
the amount of pain this must have caused her.
Brings all the years back to her, clearly, maybe,
of the chilling meetings, the put downs,
and the simple omissions of regard to her,
from her sister.

- from Will Dockery's zine, Teri Baal, a 16 page chapbook. Will Dockery,
P.O. Box xxxx, Phenix City, AL 36868, U.S.A. Order April Bullets! $1.00
for 32 pages of chapbook poems.

[Will Dockery]

Here's a poem of mine that was posted to Usenet on March 26th 1997:

Drove at Night / Will Dockery
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Drove at Night.

As she drove at night
she'd look at the black outlines of trees
and stars and things
and the road.

There's this road called "River Road"
that runs between Columbus and La Grange.
She drove it lots of times,
knew all the signs at the bridges and things...

It was a clear night,
she made her turn onto Orchard Hill Road.
She saw two figures up ahead
on the roadside.

A woman and a small child
standing by the road.
She pulled over to offer them a ride.
They got in her back seat.

They were silent.
She noticed they were wet,
very tired looking, grey and hollow-eyed.

"Just let me know when we get near
to where you're going," - she said.
Knowing they were exhausted, and wet.

She passed over that big rusty railed bridge
that she'd hid her eyes from as a kid.
On the other side, noticed
her passengers were gone,
leaving her back seat wet and muddy.

-Will Dockery

--
from Will Dockery's zine, Terrible, a 16 page chapbook. Will Dockery,
P.O. Box xxxx, Phenix City, AL 36868, U.S.A. Order April Bullets! $1.00
--

[Will-Dockery]

Post by Will Dockery
Here's a poem of mine that was posted to Usenet on March 31s

1997

Post by Will Dockery
I Admit / Will Dockery (poem posted 3-31-97

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Post by Will Dockery
I ADMI
I admit..
I don't really understand
a family like this
They dump this guilt all on one gir
who couldn't deal with it
or understand it, but would have taken it
for just some love
Maybe she thought this was lov
maybe she told herself this wa
how it was supposed to be
It's crazy, cruel, is this real life
so far removed from my dreaming
I've seen this cold cutting style
Her sister jabbing the emotional wound
that she could find there
With denial, rationalization and lies..
no, lies is not too strong of a word..
and like I promised you
the whole story
no names
this part I may edit
I'm amazed at how much emotions can hur
every time the pain is surprising
(I can only imagine their pain
And for me, pain brings the anger
how could I have ever waited 14 years for this
It's sloppy
and only neutral ground keeps me here
How much trouble could a simple
phone call be
It's impossible for me to describ
the amount of pain this must have caused her
Brings all the years back to her, clearly, maybe
of the chilling meetings, the put downs
and the simple omissions of regard to her
from her sister
- from Will Dockery's zine, Teri Baal, a 16 page chapbook. Wil

Dockery

Post by Will Dockery
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