Will Dockery
2004-02-02 08:43:13 UTC
Chapter One In This Compacted Book.
Secret smile,
secret look,
well the fact is this is nothing,
compared to me.
This could be done, many things,
but he just don't care,
because he can't fall for that again.
Seems like a nice guy,
and may very well be ---
let time work a slow spell ---
this can be so easy just open up.
Coming around again,
got the look of love.
Why this story - it's only bad because I know.
What set up can this accomplish?
How about a new scene,
one that don't involve our distances.
How about a new dream,
a couple of free instances,
a plagiarised scream.
He got himself a simple twist of fate,
provides the code words --- got the look.
Making the rounds,
music, muse and mane.
She's organizing furniture,
plain and discarded pain.
She comes late,
she comes loud with an echo.
Coming around again ---
it's funny --- the night glistens.
He's a security guard at
a rainbow dreamtown storage unit...
the sound in the night,
she comes late.
I hear footsteps, a simulation, familiar, ringing on wood.
Woodgrain beckons me now at this point,
hazel, green, razor, stare,
got the look of love for him.
There's a green leafed twig
to let him know the color coded message,
later she comes again.
Coming around again,
got that devouring green eyed look again, by candle light,
at the storage unit.
My mind's eye sees --- sees
coming around again.
-Will Dockery (c)2002
Secret smile,
secret look,
well the fact is this is nothing,
compared to me.
This could be done, many things,
but he just don't care,
because he can't fall for that again.
Seems like a nice guy,
and may very well be ---
let time work a slow spell ---
this can be so easy just open up.
Coming around again,
got the look of love.
Why this story - it's only bad because I know.
What set up can this accomplish?
How about a new scene,
one that don't involve our distances.
How about a new dream,
a couple of free instances,
a plagiarised scream.
He got himself a simple twist of fate,
provides the code words --- got the look.
Making the rounds,
music, muse and mane.
She's organizing furniture,
plain and discarded pain.
She comes late,
she comes loud with an echo.
Coming around again ---
it's funny --- the night glistens.
He's a security guard at
a rainbow dreamtown storage unit...
the sound in the night,
she comes late.
I hear footsteps, a simulation, familiar, ringing on wood.
Woodgrain beckons me now at this point,
hazel, green, razor, stare,
got the look of love for him.
There's a green leafed twig
to let him know the color coded message,
later she comes again.
Coming around again,
got that devouring green eyed look again, by candle light,
at the storage unit.
My mind's eye sees --- sees
coming around again.
-Will Dockery (c)2002