Will Dockery
2016-12-13 06:11:55 UTC
The Ballad of Wispy
This is a rawer version than the newer revised version that I located and think it may be of interest to see the evolution of the piece.
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Wispy keeps her gargoyle
carried on her wrist ---
Money, music, money, love.
Says it keeps her company,
with a little help,
from somebody's checking account.
Music, love, music, money.
Sweet mother's milk,
sour and warm.
Golden nectarion sun,
shining over the brick wall.
Money, love, mystic honey.
Misty side kick,
wispy fog batch.
Garbled little child voice,
rising from the ditch.
Saw your face today, it said to me,
somebody else is using it.
Money, music, green and twisted.
Money love garbled and pink.
Money love fast and wretched.
Wispy keeps her gargoyle,
clutching to her wrist,
keeps her company she says.
Under the light, I write,
words to the images.
Impressionistic blur of color,
the streetlights by the fountain.
-Will Dockery
GJ, here, to jog your memory, is my poem about Misty Simpson, from 20 years ago.carried on her wrist ---
Money, music, money, love.
Says it keeps her company,
with a little help,
from somebody's checking account.
Music, love, music, money.
Sweet mother's milk,
sour and warm.
Golden nectarion sun,
shining over the brick wall.
Money, love, mystic honey.
Misty side kick,
wispy fog batch.
Garbled little child voice,
rising from the ditch.
Saw your face today, it said to me,
somebody else is using it.
Money, music, green and twisted.
Money love garbled and pink.
Money love fast and wretched.
Wispy keeps her gargoyle,
clutching to her wrist,
keeps her company she says.
Under the light, I write,
words to the images.
Impressionistic blur of color,
the streetlights by the fountain.
-Will Dockery
This is a rawer version than the newer revised version that I located and think it may be of interest to see the evolution of the piece.
🐺