Stan the Nightporter

In a state
of self-imposed exile
another period
of reconstruction.

Another crash and burn
life can throw these things.
Just learn to deflect
like Ali's Rope-A-Dope.

Because like the old cliché
that was
stinging in my ears
butterflies are free.

There on the second floor
looking over the park.
I put myself in exile
I knew I must have solitude.

I sat in the dark
seeing glimmers
of reptilian eyes.

She was so fast
that she just moved on.
She was moving
at some different vibration.

Watching the river flow
a hundred yards below
my mind wandered back
to a time
that seemed long ago.

May 27 1981
another scorching day
with my Karma
in retrograde.

That was the last time
I saw Stan the Nightporter
also
on that same day.

Stan worked
at the New Baby store
along my path
home from work
on Cheshire Bridge Road.

Along the same
stretch of road
as Johnny's Pizzeria.

Next door to Numbers,
a new wave nightclub
all the rage
that Spring of 1981.

I lived down
the big hill
down Piedmonth Road
near Ansley Mall.

In exile
in that old boarding house.

One day
I was walking through
coming home from work
and saw Stan the Nightporter.

He was
sitting in his truck,
reading
an Archie comic book.

We talked for a while,
I got his phone number,
said we'd
get in touch soon.

But times were really busy
back then
and we never did
connect again.

And now
39 years have passed.

I first met Stan the Nightporter
when he was
Bill Rumor's sidekick
on Tip Top Drive,
around 1975.

The house on Tip Top
set back from the street
a scene
of rowdy nights
of Rock-N-Roll.

My first view of the
sophisticated older kids
back when Columbus College
was called Cody Road High.

By the next year
this scene was busted.
Everyone scattered
or went into isolation.

Some by choice
others via a paddy wagon.

I saw Bill at The Loft
a few years ago,
he was playing guitar
in a band onstage
that night.

He smiled sadly
playing in his Slowhand style
lines on his face
depicted the decades
that had passed.

But no sign
of Stan
in 39 years.

I saw an old friend
who used to sing in the band
Stan the Nightporter drummed in
back in those times.

She said she
hadn't seen
Stan the Nightporter
since those days in Atlanta.

Seems he has vanished
into shadows of obscurity.

Our relationship remains
frozen
and I stand in solitude
in my isolation.

-Will Dockery

----------------------
From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/06/pastor-stan-in-exile.html

Will Dockery wrote:
>
> Stan the Nightporter

> In a state
> of self-imposed exile
> another period
> of reconstruction.

> Another crash and burn
> life can throw these things.
> Just learn to deflect
> like Ali's Rope-A-Dope.

> Because like the old cliché
> that was
> stinging in my ears
> butterflies are free.

> There on the second floor
> looking over the park.
> I put myself in exile
> I knew I must have solitude.

> I sat in the dark
> seeing glimmers
> of reptilian eyes.

> She was so fast
> that she just moved on.
> She was moving
> at some different vibration.

> Watching the river flow
> a hundred yards below
> my mind wandered back
> to a time
> that seemed long ago.

> May 27 1981
> another scorching day
> with my Karma
> in retrograde.

> That was the last time
> I saw Stan the Nightporter
> also
> on that same day.

> Stan worked
> at the New Baby store
> along my path
> home from work
> on Cheshire Bridge Road.

> Along the same
> stretch of road
> as Johnny's Pizzeria.

> Next door to Numbers,
> a new wave nightclub
> all the rage
> that Spring of 1981.

> I lived down
> the big hill
> down Piedmonth Road
> near Ansley Mall.

> In exile
> in that old boarding house.

> One day
> I was walking through
> coming home from work
> and saw Stan the Nightporter.

> He was
> sitting in his truck,
> reading
> an Archie comic book.

> We talked for a while,
> I got his phone number,
> said we'd
> get in touch soon.

> But times were really busy
> back then
> and we never did
> connect again.

> And now
> 39 years have passed.

> I first met Stan the Nightporter
> when he was
> Bill Rumor's sidekick
> on Tip Top Drive,
> around 1975.

> The house on Tip Top
> set back from the street
> a scene
> of rowdy nights
> of Rock-N-Roll.

> My first view of the
> sophisticated older kids
> back when Columbus College
> was called Cody Road High.

> By the next year
> this scene was busted.
> Everyone scattered
> or went into isolation.

> Some by choice
> others via a paddy wagon.

> I saw Bill at The Loft
> a few years ago,
> he was playing guitar
> in a band onstage
> that night.

> He smiled sadly
> playing in his Slowhand style
> lines on his face
> depicted the decades
> that had passed.

> But no sign
> of Stan
> in 39 years.

> I saw an old friend
> who used to sing in the band
> Stan the Nightporter drummed in
> back in those times.

> She said she
> hadn't seen
> Stan the Nightporter
> since those days in Atlanta.

> Seems he has vanished
> into shadows of obscurity.

> Our relationship remains
> frozen
> and I stand in solitude
> in my isolation.

> -Will Dockery

> ----------------------
> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/06/pastor-stan-in-exile.html

This poem is nearly epic in scope...

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> Stan the Nightporter

>> In a state
>> of self-imposed exile
>> another period
>> of reconstruction.

>> Another crash and burn
>> life can throw these things.
>> Just learn to deflect
>> like Ali's Rope-A-Dope.

>> Because like the old cliché
>> that was
>> stinging in my ears
>> butterflies are free.

>> There on the second floor
>> looking over the park.
>> I put myself in exile
>> I knew I must have solitude.

>> I sat in the dark
>> seeing glimmers
>> of reptilian eyes.

>> She was so fast
>> that she just moved on.
>> She was moving
>> at some different vibration.

>> Watching the river flow
>> a hundred yards below
>> my mind wandered back
>> to a time
>> that seemed long ago.

>> May 27 1981
>> another scorching day
>> with my Karma
>> in retrograde.

>> That was the last time
>> I saw Stan the Nightporter
>> also
>> on that same day.

>> Stan worked
>> at the New Baby store
>> along my path
>> home from work
>> on Cheshire Bridge Road.

>> Along the same
>> stretch of road
>> as Johnny's Pizzeria.

>> Next door to Numbers,
>> a new wave nightclub
>> all the rage
>> that Spring of 1981.

>> I lived down
>> the big hill
>> down Piedmonth Road
>> near Ansley Mall.

>> In exile
>> in that old boarding house.

>> One day
>> I was walking through
>> coming home from work
>> and saw Stan the Nightporter.

>> He was
>> sitting in his truck,
>> reading
>> an Archie comic book.

>> We talked for a while,
>> I got his phone number,
>> said we'd
>> get in touch soon.

>> But times were really busy
>> back then
>> and we never did
>> connect again.

>> And now
>> 39 years have passed.

>> I first met Stan the Nightporter
>> when he was
>> Bill Rumor's sidekick
>> on Tip Top Drive,
>> around 1975.

>> The house on Tip Top
>> set back from the street
>> a scene
>> of rowdy nights
>> of Rock-N-Roll.

>> My first view of the
>> sophisticated older kids
>> back when Columbus College
>> was called Cody Road High.

>> By the next year
>> this scene was busted.
>> Everyone scattered
>> or went into isolation.

>> Some by choice
>> others via a paddy wagon.

>> I saw Bill at The Loft
>> a few years ago,
>> he was playing guitar
>> in a band onstage
>> that night.

>> He smiled sadly
>> playing in his Slowhand style
>> lines on his face
>> depicted the decades
>> that had passed.

>> But no sign
>> of Stan
>> in 39 years.

>> I saw an old friend
>> who used to sing in the band
>> Stan the Nightporter drummed in
>> back in those times.

>> She said she
>> hadn't seen
>> Stan the Nightporter
>> since those days in Atlanta.

>> Seems he has vanished
>> into shadows of obscurity.

>> Our relationship remains
>> frozen
>> and I stand in solitude
>> in my isolation.

>> -Will Dockery

>> ----------------------
>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/06/pastor-stan-in-exile.html

> This poem is nearly epic in scope...

Actually, I suppose it could be considered to be a /part/ of an "epic".

HTH and HAND.

Will Dockery wrote:

> General-Zod wrote:

>> Will Dockery wrote:
>>>
>>> Stan the Nightporter

>>> In a state
>>> of self-imposed exile
>>> another period
>>> of reconstruction.

>>> Another crash and burn
>>> life can throw these things.
>>> Just learn to deflect
>>> like Ali's Rope-A-Dope.

>>> Because like the old cliché
>>> that was
>>> stinging in my ears
>>> butterflies are free.

>>> There on the second floor
>>> looking over the park.
>>> I put myself in exile
>>> I knew I must have solitude.

>>> I sat in the dark
>>> seeing glimmers
>>> of reptilian eyes.

>>> She was so fast
>>> that she just moved on.
>>> She was moving
>>> at some different vibration.

>>> Watching the river flow
>>> a hundred yards below
>>> my mind wandered back
>>> to a time
>>> that seemed long ago.

>>> May 27 1981
>>> another scorching day
>>> with my Karma
>>> in retrograde.

>>> That was the last time
>>> I saw Stan the Nightporter
>>> also
>>> on that same day.

>>> Stan worked
>>> at the New Baby store
>>> along my path
>>> home from work
>>> on Cheshire Bridge Road.

>>> Along the same
>>> stretch of road
>>> as Johnny's Pizzeria.

>>> Next door to Numbers,
>>> a new wave nightclub
>>> all the rage
>>> that Spring of 1981.

>>> I lived down
>>> the big hill
>>> down Piedmonth Road
>>> near Ansley Mall.

>>> In exile
>>> in that old boarding house.

>>> One day
>>> I was walking through
>>> coming home from work
>>> and saw Stan the Nightporter.

>>> He was
>>> sitting in his truck,
>>> reading
>>> an Archie comic book.

>>> We talked for a while,
>>> I got his phone number,
>>> said we'd
>>> get in touch soon.

>>> But times were really busy
>>> back then
>>> and we never did
>>> connect again.

>>> And now
>>> 39 years have passed.

>>> I first met Stan the Nightporter
>>> when he was
>>> Bill Rumor's sidekick
>>> on Tip Top Drive,
>>> around 1975.

>>> The house on Tip Top
>>> set back from the street
>>> a scene
>>> of rowdy nights
>>> of Rock-N-Roll.

>>> My first view of the
>>> sophisticated older kids
>>> back when Columbus College
>>> was called Cody Road High.

>>> By the next year
>>> this scene was busted.
>>> Everyone scattered
>>> or went into isolation.

>>> Some by choice
>>> others via a paddy wagon.

>>> I saw Bill at The Loft
>>> a few years ago,
>>> he was playing guitar
>>> in a band onstage
>>> that night.

>>> He smiled sadly
>>> playing in his Slowhand style
>>> lines on his face
>>> depicted the decades
>>> that had passed.

>>> But no sign
>>> of Stan
>>> in 39 years.

>>> I saw an old friend
>>> who used to sing in the band
>>> Stan the Nightporter drummed in
>>> back in those times.

>>> She said she
>>> hadn't seen
>>> Stan the Nightporter
>>> since those days in Atlanta.

>>> Seems he has vanished
>>> into shadows of obscurity.

>>> Our relationship remains
>>> frozen
>>> and I stand in solitude
>>> in my isolation.

>>> -Will Dockery

>>> ----------------------
>>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/06/pastor-stan-in-exile.html

>> This poem is nearly epic in scope...

> Actually, I suppose it could be considered to be a /part/ of an "epic".

> HTH and HAND.

I see you used my tip on shortening the title...!

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:

>> General-Zod wrote:

>>> Will Dockery wrote:
>>>>
>>>> Stan the Nightporter

>>>> In a state
>>>> of self-imposed exile
>>>> another period
>>>> of reconstruction.

>>>> Another crash and burn
>>>> life can throw these things.
>>>> Just learn to deflect
>>>> like Ali's Rope-A-Dope.

>>>> Because like the old cliché
>>>> that was
>>>> stinging in my ears
>>>> butterflies are free.

>>>> There on the second floor
>>>> looking over the park.
>>>> I put myself in exile
>>>> I knew I must have solitude.

>>>> I sat in the dark
>>>> seeing glimmers
>>>> of reptilian eyes.

>>>> She was so fast
>>>> that she just moved on.
>>>> She was moving
>>>> at some different vibration.

>>>> Watching the river flow
>>>> a hundred yards below
>>>> my mind wandered back
>>>> to a time
>>>> that seemed long ago.

>>>> May 27 1981
>>>> another scorching day
>>>> with my Karma
>>>> in retrograde.

>>>> That was the last time
>>>> I saw Stan the Nightporter
>>>> also
>>>> on that same day.

>>>> Stan worked
>>>> at the New Baby store
>>>> along my path
>>>> home from work
>>>> on Cheshire Bridge Road.

>>>> Along the same
>>>> stretch of road
>>>> as Johnny's Pizzeria.

>>>> Next door to Numbers,
>>>> a new wave nightclub
>>>> all the rage
>>>> that Spring of 1981.

>>>> I lived down
>>>> the big hill
>>>> down Piedmonth Road
>>>> near Ansley Mall.

>>>> In exile
>>>> in that old boarding house.

>>>> One day
>>>> I was walking through
>>>> coming home from work
>>>> and saw Stan the Nightporter.

>>>> He was
>>>> sitting in his truck,
>>>> reading
>>>> an Archie comic book.

>>>> We talked for a while,
>>>> I got his phone number,
>>>> said we'd
>>>> get in touch soon.

>>>> But times were really busy
>>>> back then
>>>> and we never did
>>>> connect again.

>>>> And now
>>>> 39 years have passed.

>>>> I first met Stan the Nightporter
>>>> when he was
>>>> Bill Rumor's sidekick
>>>> on Tip Top Drive,
>>>> around 1975.

>>>> The house on Tip Top
>>>> set back from the street
>>>> a scene
>>>> of rowdy nights
>>>> of Rock-N-Roll.

>>>> My first view of the
>>>> sophisticated older kids
>>>> back when Columbus College
>>>> was called Cody Road High.

>>>> By the next year
>>>> this scene was busted.
>>>> Everyone scattered
>>>> or went into isolation.

>>>> Some by choice
>>>> others via a paddy wagon.

>>>> I saw Bill at The Loft
>>>> a few years ago,
>>>> he was playing guitar
>>>> in a band onstage
>>>> that night.

>>>> He smiled sadly
>>>> playing in his Slowhand style
>>>> lines on his face
>>>> depicted the decades
>>>> that had passed.

>>>> But no sign
>>>> of Stan
>>>> in 39 years.

>>>> I saw an old friend
>>>> who used to sing in the band
>>>> Stan the Nightporter drummed in
>>>> back in those times.

>>>> She said she
>>>> hadn't seen
>>>> Stan the Nightporter
>>>> since those days in Atlanta.

>>>> Seems he has vanished
>>>> into shadows of obscurity.

>>>> Our relationship remains
>>>> frozen
>>>> and I stand in solitude
>>>> in my isolation.

>>>> -Will Dockery

>>>> ----------------------
>>>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/06/pastor-stan-in-exile.html

>>> This poem is nearly epic in scope...

>> Actually, I suppose it could be considered to be a /part/ of an "epic".

>> HTH and HAND.

> I see you used my tip on shortening the title...!

It does work better like that.

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> Stan the Nightporter

>> In a state
>> of self-imposed exile
>> another period
>> of reconstruction.

>> Another crash and burn
>> life can throw these things.
>> Just learn to deflect
>> like Ali's Rope-A-Dope.

>> Because like the old cliché
>> that was
>> stinging in my ears
>> butterflies are free.

>> There on the second floor
>> looking over the park.
>> I put myself in exile
>> I knew I must have solitude.

>> I sat in the dark
>> seeing glimmers
>> of reptilian eyes.

>> She was so fast
>> that she just moved on.
>> She was moving
>> at some different vibration.

>> Watching the river flow
>> a hundred yards below
>> my mind wandered back
>> to a time
>> that seemed long ago.

>> May 27 1981
>> another scorching day
>> with my Karma
>> in retrograde.

>> That was the last time
>> I saw Stan the Nightporter
>> also
>> on that same day.

>> Stan worked
>> at the New Baby store
>> along my path
>> home from work
>> on Cheshire Bridge Road.

>> Along the same
>> stretch of road
>> as Johnny's Pizzeria.

>> Next door to Numbers,
>> a new wave nightclub
>> all the rage
>> that Spring of 1981.

>> I lived down
>> the big hill
>> down Piedmonth Road
>> near Ansley Mall.

>> In exile
>> in that old boarding house.

>> One day
>> I was walking through
>> coming home from work
>> and saw Stan the Nightporter.

>> He was
>> sitting in his truck,
>> reading
>> an Archie comic book.

>> We talked for a while,
>> I got his phone number,
>> said we'd
>> get in touch soon.

>> But times were really busy
>> back then
>> and we never did
>> connect again.

>> And now
>> 39 years have passed.

>> I first met Stan the Nightporter
>> when he was
>> Bill Rumor's sidekick
>> on Tip Top Drive,
>> around 1975.

>> The house on Tip Top
>> set back from the street
>> a scene
>> of rowdy nights
>> of Rock-N-Roll.

>> My first view of the
>> sophisticated older kids
>> back when Columbus College
>> was called Cody Road High.

>> By the next year
>> this scene was busted.
>> Everyone scattered
>> or went into isolation.

>> Some by choice
>> others via a paddy wagon.

>> I saw Bill at The Loft
>> a few years ago,
>> he was playing guitar
>> in a band onstage
>> that night.

>> He smiled sadly
>> playing in his Slowhand style
>> lines on his face
>> depicted the decades
>> that had passed.

>> But no sign
>> of Stan
>> in 39 years.

>> I saw an old friend
>> who used to sing in the band
>> Stan the Nightporter drummed in
>> back in those times.

>> She said she
>> hadn't seen
>> Stan the Nightporter
>> since those days in Atlanta.

>> Seems he has vanished
>> into shadows of obscurity.

>> Our relationship remains
>> frozen
>> and I stand in solitude
>> in my isolation.

>> -Will Dockery

>> ----------------------
>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/06/pastor-stan-in-exile.html

> This poem is nearly epic in scope...

Good morning, sort of part of a larger epic.

On Monday, November 7, 2022 at 3:40:49 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> General-Zod wrote:
>
> > Will Dockery wrote:
> >>
> >> Stan the Nightporter
>
> >> In a state
> >> of self-imposed exile
> >> another period
> >> of reconstruction.
>
> >> Another crash and burn
> >> life can throw these things.
> >> Just learn to deflect
> >> like Ali's Rope-A-Dope.
>
> >> Because like the old cliché
> >> that was
> >> stinging in my ears
> >> butterflies are free.
>
> >> There on the second floor
> >> looking over the park.
> >> I put myself in exile
> >> I knew I must have solitude.
>
> >> I sat in the dark
> >> seeing glimmers
> >> of reptilian eyes.
>
> >> She was so fast
> >> that she just moved on.
> >> She was moving
> >> at some different vibration.
>
> >> Watching the river flow
> >> a hundred yards below
> >> my mind wandered back
> >> to a time
> >> that seemed long ago.
>
> >> May 27 1981
> >> another scorching day
> >> with my Karma
> >> in retrograde.
>
> >> That was the last time
> >> I saw Stan the Nightporter
> >> also
> >> on that same day.
>
> >> Stan worked
> >> at the New Baby store
> >> along my path
> >> home from work
> >> on Cheshire Bridge Road.
>
> >> Along the same
> >> stretch of road
> >> as Johnny's Pizzeria.
>
> >> Next door to Numbers,
> >> a new wave nightclub
> >> all the rage
> >> that Spring of 1981.
>
> >> I lived down
> >> the big hill
> >> down Piedmonth Road
> >> near Ansley Mall.
>
> >> In exile
> >> in that old boarding house.
>
> >> One day
> >> I was walking through
> >> coming home from work
> >> and saw Stan the Nightporter.
>
> >> He was
> >> sitting in his truck,
> >> reading
> >> an Archie comic book.
>
> >> We talked for a while,
> >> I got his phone number,
> >> said we'd
> >> get in touch soon.
>
> >> But times were really busy
> >> back then
> >> and we never did
> >> connect again.
>
> >> And now
> >> 39 years have passed.
>
> >> I first met Stan the Nightporter
> >> when he was
> >> Bill Rumor's sidekick
> >> on Tip Top Drive,
> >> around 1975.
>
> >> The house on Tip Top
> >> set back from the street
> >> a scene
> >> of rowdy nights
> >> of Rock-N-Roll.
>
> >> My first view of the
> >> sophisticated older kids
> >> back when Columbus College
> >> was called Cody Road High.
>
> >> By the next year
> >> this scene was busted.
> >> Everyone scattered
> >> or went into isolation.
>
> >> Some by choice
> >> others via a paddy wagon.
>
> >> I saw Bill at The Loft
> >> a few years ago,
> >> he was playing guitar
> >> in a band onstage
> >> that night.
>
> >> He smiled sadly
> >> playing in his Slowhand style
> >> lines on his face
> >> depicted the decades
> >> that had passed.
>
> >> But no sign
> >> of Stan
> >> in 39 years.
>
> >> I saw an old friend
> >> who used to sing in the band
> >> Stan the Nightporter drummed in
> >> back in those times.
>
> >> She said she
> >> hadn't seen
> >> Stan the Nightporter
> >> since those days in Atlanta.
>
> >> Seems he has vanished
> >> into shadows of obscurity.
>
> >> Our relationship remains
> >> frozen
> >> and I stand in solitude
> >> in my isolation.
>
> >> -Will Dockery
>
> >> ----------------------
> >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/06/pastor-stan-in-exile.html
>
>
> > This poem is nearly epic in scope...
> Actually, I suppose it could be considered to be a /part/ of an "epic".
>
> HTH and HAND.

Finish the dog gone thing....

On Friday, November 18, 2022 at 4:20:40 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> On Monday, November 7, 2022 at 3:40:49 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > General-Zod wrote:
> >
> > > Will Dockery wrote: > > >>
> >
> > >> -Will Dockery
> >

> >
> >
> > > This poem is nearly epic in scope...
> > Actually, I suppose it could be considered to be a /part/ of an "epic".
> >
> > HTH and HAND.
> Finish the dog gone thing....

Or both of you could kill yourselves. That might work.

Family Guy wrote:

> On Friday, November 18, 2022 at 4:20:40 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
>> On Monday, November 7, 2022 at 3:40:49 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> > General-Zod wrote:
>> >
>> > > Will Dockery wrote: > > >>
>> >
>> > >> -Will Dockery
>> >

>> >
>> >
>> > > This poem is nearly epic in scope...
>> > Actually, I suppose it could be considered to be a /part/ of an "epic".
>> >
>> > HTH and HAND.
>> Finish the dog gone thing....

> Or both of you could kill yourselves. That might work.

Your ongoing death fantasy is noted again, Dink.

🙂

On Saturday, November 19, 2022 at 8:12:54 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> Family Guy wrote:
>
> > On Friday, November 18, 2022 at 4:20:40 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> >> On Monday, November 7, 2022 at 3:40:49 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >> > General-Zod wrote:
> >> >
> >> > > Will Dockery wrote: > > >>

---------------------
From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/06/pastor-stan-in-exile.html

> >> > > This poem is nearly epic in scope...
> >> > Actually, I suppose it could be considered to be a /part/ of an "epic".
> >> >
> >> > HTH and HAND.
> >> Finish the dog gone thing....
>
> > Or both of you could kill yourselves. That might work.
> Your ongoing death fantasy is noted again, Dink.

What a goofball....

Zod wrote:

> On Saturday, November 19, 2022 at 8:12:54 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> Family Guy wrote:
>>
>> > On Friday, November 18, 2022 at 4:20:40 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
>> >> On Monday, November 7, 2022 at 3:40:49 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> >> > General-Zod wrote:
>> >> >
>> >> > > Will Dockery wrote: > > >>

> ---------------------
> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/06/pastor-stan-in-exile.html

>> >> > > This poem is nearly epic in scope...
>> >> > Actually, I suppose it could be considered to be a /part/ of an "epic".
>> >> >
>> >> > HTH and HAND.
>> >> Finish the dog gone thing....
>>
>> > Or both of you could kill yourselves. That might work.
>> Your ongoing death fantasy is noted again, Dink.

> What a goofball....

Just Dink being Dink.

🙂

Will Dockery wrote:

> General-Zod wrote:

>> Will Dockery wrote:
>>>
>>> Stan the Nightporter

>>> In a state
>>> of self-imposed exile
>>> another period
>>> of reconstruction.

>>> Another crash and burn
>>> life can throw these things.
>>> Just learn to deflect
>>> like Ali's Rope-A-Dope.

>>> Because like the old cliché
>>> that was
>>> stinging in my ears
>>> butterflies are free.

>>> There on the second floor
>>> looking over the park.
>>> I put myself in exile
>>> I knew I must have solitude.

>>> I sat in the dark
>>> seeing glimmers
>>> of reptilian eyes.

>>> She was so fast
>>> that she just moved on.
>>> She was moving
>>> at some different vibration.

>>> Watching the river flow
>>> a hundred yards below
>>> my mind wandered back
>>> to a time
>>> that seemed long ago.

>>> May 27 1981
>>> another scorching day
>>> with my Karma
>>> in retrograde.

>>> That was the last time
>>> I saw Stan the Nightporter
>>> also
>>> on that same day.

>>> Stan worked
>>> at the New Baby store
>>> along my path
>>> home from work
>>> on Cheshire Bridge Road.

>>> Along the same
>>> stretch of road
>>> as Johnny's Pizzeria.

>>> Next door to Numbers,
>>> a new wave nightclub
>>> all the rage
>>> that Spring of 1981.

>>> I lived down
>>> the big hill
>>> down Piedmonth Road
>>> near Ansley Mall.

>>> In exile
>>> in that old boarding house.

>>> One day
>>> I was walking through
>>> coming home from work
>>> and saw Stan the Nightporter.

>>> He was
>>> sitting in his truck,
>>> reading
>>> an Archie comic book.

>>> We talked for a while,
>>> I got his phone number,
>>> said we'd
>>> get in touch soon.

>>> But times were really busy
>>> back then
>>> and we never did
>>> connect again.

>>> And now
>>> 39 years have passed.

>>> I first met Stan the Nightporter
>>> when he was
>>> Bill Rumor's sidekick
>>> on Tip Top Drive,
>>> around 1975.

>>> The house on Tip Top
>>> set back from the street
>>> a scene
>>> of rowdy nights
>>> of Rock-N-Roll.

>>> My first view of the
>>> sophisticated older kids
>>> back when Columbus College
>>> was called Cody Road High.

>>> By the next year
>>> this scene was busted.
>>> Everyone scattered
>>> or went into isolation.

>>> Some by choice
>>> others via a paddy wagon.

>>> I saw Bill at The Loft
>>> a few years ago,
>>> he was playing guitar
>>> in a band onstage
>>> that night.

>>> He smiled sadly
>>> playing in his Slowhand style
>>> lines on his face
>>> depicted the decades
>>> that had passed.

>>> But no sign
>>> of Stan
>>> in 39 years.

>>> I saw an old friend
>>> who used to sing in the band
>>> Stan the Nightporter drummed in
>>> back in those times.

>>> She said she
>>> hadn't seen
>>> Stan the Nightporter
>>> since those days in Atlanta.

>>> Seems he has vanished
>>> into shadows of obscurity.

>>> Our relationship remains
>>> frozen
>>> and I stand in solitude
>>> in my isolation.

>>> -Will Dockery

>>> ----------------------
>>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/06/pastor-stan-in-exile.html

>> This poem is nearly epic in scope...

> Actually, I suppose it could be considered to be a /part/ of an "epic".

> HTH and HAND.

Coole....!!

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:

>> General-Zod wrote:

>>> Will Dockery wrote:
>>>>
>>>> Stan the Nightporter

>>>> In a state
>>>> of self-imposed exile
>>>> another period
>>>> of reconstruction.

>>>> Another crash and burn
>>>> life can throw these things.
>>>> Just learn to deflect
>>>> like Ali's Rope-A-Dope.

>>>> Because like the old cliché
>>>> that was
>>>> stinging in my ears
>>>> butterflies are free.

>>>> There on the second floor
>>>> looking over the park.
>>>> I put myself in exile
>>>> I knew I must have solitude.

>>>> I sat in the dark
>>>> seeing glimmers
>>>> of reptilian eyes.

>>>> She was so fast
>>>> that she just moved on.
>>>> She was moving
>>>> at some different vibration.

>>>> Watching the river flow
>>>> a hundred yards below
>>>> my mind wandered back
>>>> to a time
>>>> that seemed long ago.

>>>> May 27 1981
>>>> another scorching day
>>>> with my Karma
>>>> in retrograde.

>>>> That was the last time
>>>> I saw Stan the Nightporter
>>>> also
>>>> on that same day.

>>>> Stan worked
>>>> at the New Baby store
>>>> along my path
>>>> home from work
>>>> on Cheshire Bridge Road.

>>>> Along the same
>>>> stretch of road
>>>> as Johnny's Pizzeria.

>>>> Next door to Numbers,
>>>> a new wave nightclub
>>>> all the rage
>>>> that Spring of 1981.

>>>> I lived down
>>>> the big hill
>>>> down Piedmonth Road
>>>> near Ansley Mall.

>>>> In exile
>>>> in that old boarding house.

>>>> One day
>>>> I was walking through
>>>> coming home from work
>>>> and saw Stan the Nightporter.

>>>> He was
>>>> sitting in his truck,
>>>> reading
>>>> an Archie comic book.

>>>> We talked for a while,
>>>> I got his phone number,
>>>> said we'd
>>>> get in touch soon.

>>>> But times were really busy
>>>> back then
>>>> and we never did
>>>> connect again.

>>>> And now
>>>> 39 years have passed.

>>>> I first met Stan the Nightporter
>>>> when he was
>>>> Bill Rumor's sidekick
>>>> on Tip Top Drive,
>>>> around 1975.

>>>> The house on Tip Top
>>>> set back from the street
>>>> a scene
>>>> of rowdy nights
>>>> of Rock-N-Roll.

>>>> My first view of the
>>>> sophisticated older kids
>>>> back when Columbus College
>>>> was called Cody Road High.

>>>> By the next year
>>>> this scene was busted.
>>>> Everyone scattered
>>>> or went into isolation.

>>>> Some by choice
>>>> others via a paddy wagon.

>>>> I saw Bill at The Loft
>>>> a few years ago,
>>>> he was playing guitar
>>>> in a band onstage
>>>> that night.

>>>> He smiled sadly
>>>> playing in his Slowhand style
>>>> lines on his face
>>>> depicted the decades
>>>> that had passed.

>>>> But no sign
>>>> of Stan
>>>> in 39 years.

>>>> I saw an old friend
>>>> who used to sing in the band
>>>> Stan the Nightporter drummed in
>>>> back in those times.

>>>> She said she
>>>> hadn't seen
>>>> Stan the Nightporter
>>>> since those days in Atlanta.

>>>> Seems he has vanished
>>>> into shadows of obscurity.

>>>> Our relationship remains
>>>> frozen
>>>> and I stand in solitude
>>>> in my isolation.

>>>> -Will Dockery

>>>> ----------------------
>>>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/06/pastor-stan-in-exile.html

>>> This poem is nearly epic in scope...

>> Actually, I suppose it could be considered to be a /part/ of an "epic".

>> HTH and HAND.

> Coole....!!

Thanks again for the positive feedback.

Will Dockery wrote:
> General-Zod wrote:
> > Will Dockery wrote:
>
> >> Stan the Nightporter
>
> >> In a state
> >> of self-imposed exile
> >> another period
> >> of reconstruction.
>
> >> Another crash and burn
> >> life can throw these things.
> >> Just learn to deflect
> >> like Ali's Rope-A-Dope.
>
> >> Because like the old cliché
> >> that was
> >> stinging in my ears
> >> butterflies are free.
>
> >> There on the second floor
> >> looking over the park.
> >> I put myself in exile
> >> I knew I must have solitude.
>
> >> I sat in the dark
> >> seeing glimmers
> >> of reptilian eyes.
>
> >> She was so fast
> >> that she just moved on.
> >> She was moving
> >> at some different vibration.
>
> >> Watching the river flow
> >> a hundred yards below
> >> my mind wandered back
> >> to a time
> >> that seemed long ago.
>
> >> May 27 1981
> >> another scorching day
> >> with my Karma
> >> in retrograde.
>
> >> That was the last time
> >> I saw Stan the Nightporter
> >> also
> >> on that same day.
>
> >> Stan worked
> >> at the New Baby store
> >> along my path
> >> home from work
> >> on Cheshire Bridge Road.
>
> >> Along the same
> >> stretch of road
> >> as Johnny's Pizzeria.
>
> >> Next door to Numbers,
> >> a new wave nightclub
> >> all the rage
> >> that Spring of 1981.
>
> >> I lived down
> >> the big hill
> >> down Piedmonth Road
> >> near Ansley Mall.
>
> >> In exile
> >> in that old boarding house.
>
> >> One day
> >> I was walking through
> >> coming home from work
> >> and saw Stan the Nightporter.
>
> >> He was
> >> sitting in his truck,
> >> reading
> >> an Archie comic book.
>
> >> We talked for a while,
> >> I got his phone number,
> >> said we'd
> >> get in touch soon.
>
> >> But times were really busy
> >> back then
> >> and we never did
> >> connect again.
>
> >> And now
> >> 39 years have passed.
>
> >> I first met Stan the Nightporter
> >> when he was
> >> Bill Rumor's sidekick
> >> on Tip Top Drive,
> >> around 1975.
>
> >> The house on Tip Top
> >> set back from the street
> >> a scene
> >> of rowdy nights
> >> of Rock-N-Roll.
>
> >> My first view of the
> >> sophisticated older kids
> >> back when Columbus College
> >> was called Cody Road High.
>
> >> By the next year
> >> this scene was busted.
> >> Everyone scattered
> >> or went into isolation.
>
> >> Some by choice
> >> others via a paddy wagon.
>
> >> I saw Bill at The Loft
> >> a few years ago,
> >> he was playing guitar
> >> in a band onstage
> >> that night.
>
> >> He smiled sadly
> >> playing in his Slowhand style
> >> lines on his face
> >> depicted the decades
> >> that had passed.
>
> >> But no sign
> >> of Stan
> >> in 39 years.
>
> >> I saw an old friend
> >> who used to sing in the band
> >> Stan the Nightporter drummed in
> >> back in those times.
>
> >> She said she
> >> hadn't seen
> >> Stan the Nightporter
> >> since those days in Atlanta.
>
> >> Seems he has vanished
> >> into shadows of obscurity.
>
> >> Our relationship remains
> >> frozen
> >> and I stand in solitude
> >> in my isolation.
>
> >> -Will Dockery
>
> >> ----------------------
> >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/06/pastor-stan-in-exile.html
>
>
> > This poem is nearly epic in scope...
> Actually, I suppose it could be considered to be a /part/ of an "epic".
>
> HTH and HAND.

I hope to read it all in chronological order someday soon...

On Tuesday, November 22, 2022 at 9:04:35 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> Will Dockery wrote:
> > General-Zod wrote:
> > > Will Dockery wrote:
> >
> > >> Stan the Nightporter
> >
> > >> In a state
> > >> of self-imposed exile
> > >> another period
> > >> of reconstruction.
> >
> > >> Another crash and burn
> > >> life can throw these things.
> > >> Just learn to deflect
> > >> like Ali's Rope-A-Dope.
> >
> > >> Because like the old cliché
> > >> that was
> > >> stinging in my ears
> > >> butterflies are free.
> >
> > >> There on the second floor
> > >> looking over the park.
> > >> I put myself in exile
> > >> I knew I must have solitude.
> >
> > >> I sat in the dark
> > >> seeing glimmers
> > >> of reptilian eyes.
> >
> > >> She was so fast
> > >> that she just moved on.
> > >> She was moving
> > >> at some different vibration.
> >
> > >> Watching the river flow
> > >> a hundred yards below
> > >> my mind wandered back
> > >> to a time
> > >> that seemed long ago.
> >
> > >> May 27 1981
> > >> another scorching day
> > >> with my Karma
> > >> in retrograde.
> >
> > >> That was the last time
> > >> I saw Stan the Nightporter
> > >> also
> > >> on that same day.
> >
> > >> Stan worked
> > >> at the New Baby store
> > >> along my path
> > >> home from work
> > >> on Cheshire Bridge Road.
> >
> > >> Along the same
> > >> stretch of road
> > >> as Johnny's Pizzeria.
> >
> > >> Next door to Numbers,
> > >> a new wave nightclub
> > >> all the rage
> > >> that Spring of 1981.
> >
> > >> I lived down
> > >> the big hill
> > >> down Piedmonth Road
> > >> near Ansley Mall.
> >
> > >> In exile
> > >> in that old boarding house.
> >
> > >> One day
> > >> I was walking through
> > >> coming home from work
> > >> and saw Stan the Nightporter.
> >
> > >> He was
> > >> sitting in his truck,
> > >> reading
> > >> an Archie comic book.
> >
> > >> We talked for a while,
> > >> I got his phone number,
> > >> said we'd
> > >> get in touch soon.
> >
> > >> But times were really busy
> > >> back then
> > >> and we never did
> > >> connect again.
> >
> > >> And now
> > >> 39 years have passed.
> >
> > >> I first met Stan the Nightporter
> > >> when he was
> > >> Bill Rumor's sidekick
> > >> on Tip Top Drive,
> > >> around 1975.
> >
> > >> The house on Tip Top
> > >> set back from the street
> > >> a scene
> > >> of rowdy nights
> > >> of Rock-N-Roll.
> >
> > >> My first view of the
> > >> sophisticated older kids
> > >> back when Columbus College
> > >> was called Cody Road High.
> >
> > >> By the next year
> > >> this scene was busted.
> > >> Everyone scattered
> > >> or went into isolation.
> >
> > >> Some by choice
> > >> others via a paddy wagon.
> >
> > >> I saw Bill at The Loft
> > >> a few years ago,
> > >> he was playing guitar
> > >> in a band onstage
> > >> that night.
> >
> > >> He smiled sadly
> > >> playing in his Slowhand style
> > >> lines on his face
> > >> depicted the decades
> > >> that had passed.
> >
> > >> But no sign
> > >> of Stan
> > >> in 39 years.
> >
> > >> I saw an old friend
> > >> who used to sing in the band
> > >> Stan the Nightporter drummed in
> > >> back in those times.
> >
> > >> She said she
> > >> hadn't seen
> > >> Stan the Nightporter
> > >> since those days in Atlanta.
> >
> > >> Seems he has vanished
> > >> into shadows of obscurity.
> >
> > >> Our relationship remains
> > >> frozen
> > >> and I stand in solitude
> > >> in my isolation.
> >
> > >> -Will Dockery
> >
> > >> ----------------------
> > >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> > >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/06/pastor-stan-in-exile..html
> >
> >
> > > This poem is nearly epic in scope...
> > Actually, I suppose it could be considered to be a /part/ of an "epic".
> >
> > HTH and HAND.
> I hope to read it all in chronological order someday soon...

Good morning, Zod.

I hope to be here to finish it.

🙂

On Friday, November 18, 2022 at 4:43:53 PM UTC-5, Family Guy wrote:
> On Friday, November 18, 2022 at 4:20:40 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> > On Monday, November 7, 2022 at 3:40:49 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>
> > > >> -Will Dockery

From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/06/pastor-stan-in-exile.html

> > > > This poem is nearly epic in scope...
> > > Actually, I suppose it could be considered to be a /part/ of an "epic".
> > >
> > > HTH and HAND.
> > Finish the dog gone thing....
> Or both of you could kill yourselves. That might work.

Troll much, you death obsessed little nutjob?

:)

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> Stan the Nightporter

>> In a state
>> of self-imposed exile
>> another period
>> of reconstruction.

>> Another crash and burn
>> life can throw these things.
>> Just learn to deflect
>> like Ali's Rope-A-Dope.

>> Because like the old cliché
>> that was
>> stinging in my ears
>> butterflies are free.

>> There on the second floor
>> looking over the park.
>> I put myself in exile
>> I knew I must have solitude.

>> I sat in the dark
>> seeing glimmers
>> of reptilian eyes.

>> She was so fast
>> that she just moved on.
>> She was moving
>> at some different vibration.

>> Watching the river flow
>> a hundred yards below
>> my mind wandered back
>> to a time
>> that seemed long ago.

>> May 27 1981
>> another scorching day
>> with my Karma
>> in retrograde.

>> That was the last time
>> I saw Stan the Nightporter
>> also
>> on that same day.

>> Stan worked
>> at the New Baby store
>> along my path
>> home from work
>> on Cheshire Bridge Road.

>> Along the same
>> stretch of road
>> as Johnny's Pizzeria.

>> Next door to Numbers,
>> a new wave nightclub
>> all the rage
>> that Spring of 1981.

>> I lived down
>> the big hill
>> down Piedmonth Road
>> near Ansley Mall.

>> In exile
>> in that old boarding house.

>> One day
>> I was walking through
>> coming home from work
>> and saw Stan the Nightporter.

>> He was
>> sitting in his truck,
>> reading
>> an Archie comic book.

>> We talked for a while,
>> I got his phone number,
>> said we'd
>> get in touch soon.

>> But times were really busy
>> back then
>> and we never did
>> connect again.

>> And now
>> 39 years have passed.

>> I first met Stan the Nightporter
>> when he was
>> Bill Rumor's sidekick
>> on Tip Top Drive,
>> around 1975.

>> The house on Tip Top
>> set back from the street
>> a scene
>> of rowdy nights
>> of Rock-N-Roll.

>> My first view of the
>> sophisticated older kids
>> back when Columbus College
>> was called Cody Road High.

>> By the next year
>> this scene was busted.
>> Everyone scattered
>> or went into isolation.

>> Some by choice
>> others via a paddy wagon.

>> I saw Bill at The Loft
>> a few years ago,
>> he was playing guitar
>> in a band onstage
>> that night.

>> He smiled sadly
>> playing in his Slowhand style
>> lines on his face
>> depicted the decades
>> that had passed.

>> But no sign
>> of Stan
>> in 39 years.

>> I saw an old friend
>> who used to sing in the band
>> Stan the Nightporter drummed in
>> back in those times.

>> She said she
>> hadn't seen
>> Stan the Nightporter
>> since those days in Atlanta.

>> Seems he has vanished
>> into shadows of obscurity.

>> Our relationship remains
>> frozen
>> and I stand in solitude
>> in my isolation.

>> -Will Dockery

>> ----------------------
>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/06/pastor-stan-in-exile.html

> This poem is nearly epic in scope...

Good afternoon, thanks again for reading and commenting.

🙂

Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>> General-Zod wrote:
>> > Will Dockery wrote:
>
>> >> Stan the Nightporter
>>
>> >> In a state
>> >> of self-imposed exile
>> >> another period
>> >> of reconstruction.
>>
>> >> Another crash and burn
>> >> life can throw these things.
>> >> Just learn to deflect
>> >> like Ali's Rope-A-Dope.
>>
>> >> Because like the old cliché
>> >> that was
>> >> stinging in my ears
>> >> butterflies are free.
>>
>> >> There on the second floor
>> >> looking over the park.
>> >> I put myself in exile
>> >> I knew I must have solitude.
>>
>> >> I sat in the dark
>> >> seeing glimmers
>> >> of reptilian eyes.
>>
>> >> She was so fast
>> >> that she just moved on.
>> >> She was moving
>> >> at some different vibration.
>>
>> >> Watching the river flow
>> >> a hundred yards below
>> >> my mind wandered back
>> >> to a time
>> >> that seemed long ago.
>>
>> >> May 27 1981
>> >> another scorching day
>> >> with my Karma
>> >> in retrograde.
>>
>> >> That was the last time
>> >> I saw Stan the Nightporter
>> >> also
>> >> on that same day.
>>
>> >> Stan worked
>> >> at the New Baby store
>> >> along my path
>> >> home from work
>> >> on Cheshire Bridge Road.
>>
>> >> Along the same
>> >> stretch of road
>> >> as Johnny's Pizzeria.
>>
>> >> Next door to Numbers,
>> >> a new wave nightclub
>> >> all the rage
>> >> that Spring of 1981.
>>
>> >> I lived down
>> >> the big hill
>> >> down Piedmonth Road
>> >> near Ansley Mall.
>>
>> >> In exile
>> >> in that old boarding house.
>>
>> >> One day
>> >> I was walking through
>> >> coming home from work
>> >> and saw Stan the Nightporter.
>>
>> >> He was
>> >> sitting in his truck,
>> >> reading
>> >> an Archie comic book.
>>
>> >> We talked for a while,
>> >> I got his phone number,
>> >> said we'd
>> >> get in touch soon.
>>
>> >> But times were really busy
>> >> back then
>> >> and we never did
>> >> connect again.
>>
>> >> And now
>> >> 39 years have passed.
>>
>> >> I first met Stan the Nightporter
>> >> when he was
>> >> Bill Rumor's sidekick
>> >> on Tip Top Drive,
>> >> around 1975.
>>
>> >> The house on Tip Top
>> >> set back from the street
>> >> a scene
>> >> of rowdy nights
>> >> of Rock-N-Roll.
>>
>> >> My first view of the
>> >> sophisticated older kids
>> >> back when Columbus College
>> >> was called Cody Road High.
>>
>> >> By the next year
>> >> this scene was busted.
>> >> Everyone scattered
>> >> or went into isolation.
>>
>> >> Some by choice
>> >> others via a paddy wagon.
>>
>> >> I saw Bill at The Loft
>> >> a few years ago,
>> >> he was playing guitar
>> >> in a band onstage
>> >> that night.
>>
>> >> He smiled sadly
>> >> playing in his Slowhand style
>> >> lines on his face
>> >> depicted the decades
>> >> that had passed.
>>
>> >> But no sign
>> >> of Stan
>> >> in 39 years.
>>
>> >> I saw an old friend
>> >> who used to sing in the band
>> >> Stan the Nightporter drummed in
>> >> back in those times.
>>
>> >> She said she
>> >> hadn't seen
>> >> Stan the Nightporter
>> >> since those days in Atlanta.
>>
>> >> Seems he has vanished
>> >> into shadows of obscurity.
>>
>> >> Our relationship remains
>> >> frozen
>> >> and I stand in solitude
>> >> in my isolation.
>>
>> >> -Will Dockery
>>
>> >> ----------------------
>> >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/06/pastor-stan-in-exile.html
>>
>>
>> > This poem is nearly epic in scope...
>> Actually, I suppose it could be considered to be a /part/ of an "epic".
>>
>> HTH and HAND.

> Finish the dog gone thing....

I intend to.

:)

General-Zod wrote:
> Will Dockery wrote:
> > General-Zod wrote:
> > > Will Dockery wrote:
>
> > >> Stan the Nightporter
> >
> > >> In a state
> > >> of self-imposed exile
> > >> another period
> > >> of reconstruction.
> >
> > >> Another crash and burn
> > >> life can throw these things.
> > >> Just learn to deflect
> > >> like Ali's Rope-A-Dope.
> >
> > >> Because like the old cliché
> > >> that was
> > >> stinging in my ears
> > >> butterflies are free.
> >
> > >> There on the second floor
> > >> looking over the park.
> > >> I put myself in exile
> > >> I knew I must have solitude.
> >
> > >> I sat in the dark
> > >> seeing glimmers
> > >> of reptilian eyes.
> >
> > >> She was so fast
> > >> that she just moved on.
> > >> She was moving
> > >> at some different vibration.
> >
> > >> Watching the river flow
> > >> a hundred yards below
> > >> my mind wandered back
> > >> to a time
> > >> that seemed long ago.
> >
> > >> May 27 1981
> > >> another scorching day
> > >> with my Karma
> > >> in retrograde.
> >
> > >> That was the last time
> > >> I saw Stan the Nightporter
> > >> also
> > >> on that same day.
> >
> > >> Stan worked
> > >> at the New Baby store
> > >> along my path
> > >> home from work
> > >> on Cheshire Bridge Road.
> >
> > >> Along the same
> > >> stretch of road
> > >> as Johnny's Pizzeria.
> >
> > >> Next door to Numbers,
> > >> a new wave nightclub
> > >> all the rage
> > >> that Spring of 1981.
> >
> > >> I lived down
> > >> the big hill
> > >> down Piedmonth Road
> > >> near Ansley Mall.
> >
> > >> In exile
> > >> in that old boarding house.
> >
> > >> One day
> > >> I was walking through
> > >> coming home from work
> > >> and saw Stan the Nightporter.
> >
> > >> He was
> > >> sitting in his truck,
> > >> reading
> > >> an Archie comic book.
> >
> > >> We talked for a while,
> > >> I got his phone number,
> > >> said we'd
> > >> get in touch soon.
> >
> > >> But times were really busy
> > >> back then
> > >> and we never did
> > >> connect again.
> >
> > >> And now
> > >> 39 years have passed.
> >
> > >> I first met Stan the Nightporter
> > >> when he was
> > >> Bill Rumor's sidekick
> > >> on Tip Top Drive,
> > >> around 1975.
> >
> > >> The house on Tip Top
> > >> set back from the street
> > >> a scene
> > >> of rowdy nights
> > >> of Rock-N-Roll.
> >
> > >> My first view of the
> > >> sophisticated older kids
> > >> back when Columbus College
> > >> was called Cody Road High.
> >
> > >> By the next year
> > >> this scene was busted.
> > >> Everyone scattered
> > >> or went into isolation.
> >
> > >> Some by choice
> > >> others via a paddy wagon.
> >
> > >> I saw Bill at The Loft
> > >> a few years ago,
> > >> he was playing guitar
> > >> in a band onstage
> > >> that night.
> >
> > >> He smiled sadly
> > >> playing in his Slowhand style
> > >> lines on his face
> > >> depicted the decades
> > >> that had passed.
> >
> > >> But no sign
> > >> of Stan
> > >> in 39 years.
> >
> > >> I saw an old friend
> > >> who used to sing in the band
> > >> Stan the Nightporter drummed in
> > >> back in those times.
> >
> > >> She said she
> > >> hadn't seen
> > >> Stan the Nightporter
> > >> since those days in Atlanta.
> >
> > >> Seems he has vanished
> > >> into shadows of obscurity.
> >
> > >> Our relationship remains
> > >> frozen
> > >> and I stand in solitude
> > >> in my isolation.
> >
> > >> -Will Dockery
> >
> > >> ----------------------
> > >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> > >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/06/pastor-stan-in-exile..html
> >
> >
> > > This poem is nearly epic in scope...
> > Actually, I suppose it could be considered to be a /part/ of an "epic".
> >
> > HTH and HAND.
> I hope to read it all in chronological order someday soon...

That's slowly happening.

As in the Cody Road reference above, I'm working on a longer piece also taking place in that area, here's the raw notes:

Visions of Cody Road:

"Late 1960s the very small strip mall on the right side of Cody Road (opposite Mohina Woods) was the state of the art place to be, the coin op laundry was my mother's choice during those years, Cody Road Drug Store next to it, druggist Peter Chin. The convenience store, good spot to look over the comics and magazine stand. For some reason they carried "Castle Of Frankenstein" magazine when most other places didn't. No idea why. CoF was a mighty good read, cutting edge media coverage for the late 1960s. Yeah, Nerd Alert.
This is the first issue of "Castle of Frankenstein" I ever bought (though I had been looking through earlier issues while my mother washed clothes and/or waited for a prescription to be filled next door at Cody Road Drug Store, this is the first one I decided to spend the 35 cents on) a wide world of fantastic ideas awaited inside."

https://imgur.com/gallery/8Pn8pmE

On Thursday, September 7, 2023 at 9:55:15 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> General-Zod wrote:
> > Will Dockery wrote:
> > > General-Zod wrote:
> > > > Will Dockery wrote:
> >
> > > >> Stan the Nightporter
> > >
> > > >> In a state
> > > >> of self-imposed exile
> > > >> another period
> > > >> of reconstruction.
> > >
> > > >> Another crash and burn
> > > >> life can throw these things.
> > > >> Just learn to deflect
> > > >> like Ali's Rope-A-Dope.
> > >
> > > >> Because like the old cliché
> > > >> that was
> > > >> stinging in my ears
> > > >> butterflies are free.
> > >
> > > >> There on the second floor
> > > >> looking over the park.
> > > >> I put myself in exile
> > > >> I knew I must have solitude.
> > >
> > > >> I sat in the dark
> > > >> seeing glimmers
> > > >> of reptilian eyes.
> > >
> > > >> She was so fast
> > > >> that she just moved on.
> > > >> She was moving
> > > >> at some different vibration.
> > >
> > > >> Watching the river flow
> > > >> a hundred yards below
> > > >> my mind wandered back
> > > >> to a time
> > > >> that seemed long ago.
> > >
> > > >> May 27 1981
> > > >> another scorching day
> > > >> with my Karma
> > > >> in retrograde.
> > >
> > > >> That was the last time
> > > >> I saw Stan the Nightporter
> > > >> also
> > > >> on that same day.
> > >
> > > >> Stan worked
> > > >> at the New Baby store
> > > >> along my path
> > > >> home from work
> > > >> on Cheshire Bridge Road.
> > >
> > > >> Along the same
> > > >> stretch of road
> > > >> as Johnny's Pizzeria.
> > >
> > > >> Next door to Numbers,
> > > >> a new wave nightclub
> > > >> all the rage
> > > >> that Spring of 1981.
> > >
> > > >> I lived down
> > > >> the big hill
> > > >> down Piedmonth Road
> > > >> near Ansley Mall.
> > >
> > > >> In exile
> > > >> in that old boarding house.
> > >
> > > >> One day
> > > >> I was walking through
> > > >> coming home from work
> > > >> and saw Stan the Nightporter.
> > >
> > > >> He was
> > > >> sitting in his truck,
> > > >> reading
> > > >> an Archie comic book.
> > >
> > > >> We talked for a while,
> > > >> I got his phone number,
> > > >> said we'd
> > > >> get in touch soon.
> > >
> > > >> But times were really busy
> > > >> back then
> > > >> and we never did
> > > >> connect again.
> > >
> > > >> And now
> > > >> 39 years have passed.
> > >
> > > >> I first met Stan the Nightporter
> > > >> when he was
> > > >> Bill Rumor's sidekick
> > > >> on Tip Top Drive,
> > > >> around 1975.
> > >
> > > >> The house on Tip Top
> > > >> set back from the street
> > > >> a scene
> > > >> of rowdy nights
> > > >> of Rock-N-Roll.
> > >
> > > >> My first view of the
> > > >> sophisticated older kids
> > > >> back when Columbus College
> > > >> was called Cody Road High.
> > >
> > > >> By the next year
> > > >> this scene was busted.
> > > >> Everyone scattered
> > > >> or went into isolation.
> > >
> > > >> Some by choice
> > > >> others via a paddy wagon.
> > >
> > > >> I saw Bill at The Loft
> > > >> a few years ago,
> > > >> he was playing guitar
> > > >> in a band onstage
> > > >> that night.
> > >
> > > >> He smiled sadly
> > > >> playing in his Slowhand style
> > > >> lines on his face
> > > >> depicted the decades
> > > >> that had passed.
> > >
> > > >> But no sign
> > > >> of Stan
> > > >> in 39 years.
> > >
> > > >> I saw an old friend
> > > >> who used to sing in the band
> > > >> Stan the Nightporter drummed in
> > > >> back in those times.
> > >
> > > >> She said she
> > > >> hadn't seen
> > > >> Stan the Nightporter
> > > >> since those days in Atlanta.
> > >
> > > >> Seems he has vanished
> > > >> into shadows of obscurity.
> > >
> > > >> Our relationship remains
> > > >> frozen
> > > >> and I stand in solitude
> > > >> in my isolation.
> > >
> > > >> -Will Dockery
> > >
> > > >> ----------------------
> > > >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> > > >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/06/pastor-stan-in-exile.html
> > >
> > >
> > > > This poem is nearly epic in scope...
> > > Actually, I suppose it could be considered to be a /part/ of an "epic".
> > >
> > > HTH and HAND.
> > I hope to read it all in chronological order someday soon...
> That's slowly happening.
>
> As in the Cody Road reference above, I'm working on a longer piece also taking place in that area, here's the raw notes:
>
> Visions of Cody Road:
>
> "Late 1960s the very small strip mall on the right side of Cody Road (opposite Mohina Woods) was the state of the art place to be, the coin op laundry was my mother's choice during those years, Cody Road Drug Store next to it, druggist Peter Chin. The convenience store, good spot to look over the comics and magazine stand. For some reason they carried "Castle Of Frankenstein" magazine when most other places didn't. No idea why. CoF was a mighty good read, cutting edge media coverage for the late 1960s. Yeah, Nerd Alert.
> This is the first issue of "Castle of Frankenstein" I ever bought (though I had been looking through earlier issues while my mother washed clothes and/or waited for a prescription to be filled next door at Cody Road Drug Store, this is the first one I decided to spend the 35 cents on) a wide world of fantastic ideas awaited inside."
>
> https://imgur.com/gallery/8Pn8pmE

Interesting essay, Doc...

On Monday, November 7, 2022 at 3:40:49 PM UTC-5, W.Dockery wrote:
> General-Zod wrote:
>
> > Will Dockery wrote:
> >>
> >> Stan the Nightporter
>
> >> In a state
> >> of self-imposed exile
> >> another period
> >> of reconstruction.
>
> >> Another crash and burn
> >> life can throw these things.
> >> Just learn to deflect
> >> like Ali's Rope-A-Dope.
>
> >> Because like the old cliché
> >> that was
> >> stinging in my ears
> >> butterflies are free.
>
> >> There on the second floor
> >> looking over the park.
> >> I put myself in exile
> >> I knew I must have solitude.
>
> >> I sat in the dark
> >> seeing glimmers
> >> of reptilian eyes.
>
> >> She was so fast
> >> that she just moved on.
> >> She was moving
> >> at some different vibration.
>
> >> Watching the river flow
> >> a hundred yards below
> >> my mind wandered back
> >> to a time
> >> that seemed long ago.
>
> >> May 27 1981
> >> another scorching day
> >> with my Karma
> >> in retrograde.
>
> >> That was the last time
> >> I saw Stan the Nightporter
> >> also
> >> on that same day.
>
> >> Stan worked
> >> at the New Baby store
> >> along my path
> >> home from work
> >> on Cheshire Bridge Road.
>
> >> Along the same
> >> stretch of road
> >> as Johnny's Pizzeria.
>
> >> Next door to Numbers,
> >> a new wave nightclub
> >> all the rage
> >> that Spring of 1981.
>
> >> I lived down
> >> the big hill
> >> down Piedmonth Road
> >> near Ansley Mall.
>
> >> In exile
> >> in that old boarding house.
>
> >> One day
> >> I was walking through
> >> coming home from work
> >> and saw Stan the Nightporter.
>
> >> He was
> >> sitting in his truck,
> >> reading
> >> an Archie comic book.
>
> >> We talked for a while,
> >> I got his phone number,
> >> said we'd
> >> get in touch soon.
>
> >> But times were really busy
> >> back then
> >> and we never did
> >> connect again.
>
> >> And now
> >> 39 years have passed.
>
> >> I first met Stan the Nightporter
> >> when he was
> >> Bill Rumor's sidekick
> >> on Tip Top Drive,
> >> around 1975.
>
> >> The house on Tip Top
> >> set back from the street
> >> a scene
> >> of rowdy nights
> >> of Rock-N-Roll.
>
> >> My first view of the
> >> sophisticated older kids
> >> back when Columbus College
> >> was called Cody Road High.
>
> >> By the next year
> >> this scene was busted.
> >> Everyone scattered
> >> or went into isolation.
>
> >> Some by choice
> >> others via a paddy wagon.
>
> >> I saw Bill at The Loft
> >> a few years ago,
> >> he was playing guitar
> >> in a band onstage
> >> that night.
>
> >> He smiled sadly
> >> playing in his Slowhand style
> >> lines on his face
> >> depicted the decades
> >> that had passed.
>
> >> But no sign
> >> of Stan
> >> in 39 years.
>
> >> I saw an old friend
> >> who used to sing in the band
> >> Stan the Nightporter drummed in
> >> back in those times.
>
> >> She said she
> >> hadn't seen
> >> Stan the Nightporter
> >> since those days in Atlanta.
>
> >> Seems he has vanished
> >> into shadows of obscurity.
>
> >> Our relationship remains
> >> frozen
> >> and I stand in solitude
> >> in my isolation.
>
> >> -Will Dockery
>
> >> ----------------------
> >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/06/pastor-stan-in-exile.html
>
>
> > This poem is nearly epic in scope...
> Actually, I suppose it could be considered to be a /part/ of an "epic".
>
> HTH and HAND.

THX

On Thursday, September 7, 2023 at 2:34:08 PM UTC-4, Faraway Star wrote:
> On Thursday, September 7, 2023 at 9:55:15 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> > General-Zod wrote:
> > > Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > General-Zod wrote:
> > > > > Will Dockery wrote:
> > >
> > > > >> Stan the Nightporter
> > > >
> > > > >> In a state
> > > > >> of self-imposed exile
> > > > >> another period
> > > > >> of reconstruction.
> > > >
> > > > >> Another crash and burn
> > > > >> life can throw these things.
> > > > >> Just learn to deflect
> > > > >> like Ali's Rope-A-Dope.
> > > >
> > > > >> Because like the old cliché
> > > > >> that was
> > > > >> stinging in my ears
> > > > >> butterflies are free.
> > > >
> > > > >> There on the second floor
> > > > >> looking over the park.
> > > > >> I put myself in exile
> > > > >> I knew I must have solitude.
> > > >
> > > > >> I sat in the dark
> > > > >> seeing glimmers
> > > > >> of reptilian eyes.
> > > >
> > > > >> She was so fast
> > > > >> that she just moved on.
> > > > >> She was moving
> > > > >> at some different vibration.
> > > >
> > > > >> Watching the river flow
> > > > >> a hundred yards below
> > > > >> my mind wandered back
> > > > >> to a time
> > > > >> that seemed long ago.
> > > >
> > > > >> May 27 1981
> > > > >> another scorching day
> > > > >> with my Karma
> > > > >> in retrograde.
> > > >
> > > > >> That was the last time
> > > > >> I saw Stan the Nightporter
> > > > >> also
> > > > >> on that same day.
> > > >
> > > > >> Stan worked
> > > > >> at the New Baby store
> > > > >> along my path
> > > > >> home from work
> > > > >> on Cheshire Bridge Road.
> > > >
> > > > >> Along the same
> > > > >> stretch of road
> > > > >> as Johnny's Pizzeria.
> > > >
> > > > >> Next door to Numbers,
> > > > >> a new wave nightclub
> > > > >> all the rage
> > > > >> that Spring of 1981.
> > > >
> > > > >> I lived down
> > > > >> the big hill
> > > > >> down Piedmonth Road
> > > > >> near Ansley Mall.
> > > >
> > > > >> In exile
> > > > >> in that old boarding house.
> > > >
> > > > >> One day
> > > > >> I was walking through
> > > > >> coming home from work
> > > > >> and saw Stan the Nightporter.
> > > >
> > > > >> He was
> > > > >> sitting in his truck,
> > > > >> reading
> > > > >> an Archie comic book.
> > > >
> > > > >> We talked for a while,
> > > > >> I got his phone number,
> > > > >> said we'd
> > > > >> get in touch soon.
> > > >
> > > > >> But times were really busy
> > > > >> back then
> > > > >> and we never did
> > > > >> connect again.
> > > >
> > > > >> And now
> > > > >> 39 years have passed.
> > > >
> > > > >> I first met Stan the Nightporter
> > > > >> when he was
> > > > >> Bill Rumor's sidekick
> > > > >> on Tip Top Drive,
> > > > >> around 1975.
> > > >
> > > > >> The house on Tip Top
> > > > >> set back from the street
> > > > >> a scene
> > > > >> of rowdy nights
> > > > >> of Rock-N-Roll.
> > > >
> > > > >> My first view of the
> > > > >> sophisticated older kids
> > > > >> back when Columbus College
> > > > >> was called Cody Road High.
> > > >
> > > > >> By the next year
> > > > >> this scene was busted.
> > > > >> Everyone scattered
> > > > >> or went into isolation.
> > > >
> > > > >> Some by choice
> > > > >> others via a paddy wagon.
> > > >
> > > > >> I saw Bill at The Loft
> > > > >> a few years ago,
> > > > >> he was playing guitar
> > > > >> in a band onstage
> > > > >> that night.
> > > >
> > > > >> He smiled sadly
> > > > >> playing in his Slowhand style
> > > > >> lines on his face
> > > > >> depicted the decades
> > > > >> that had passed.
> > > >
> > > > >> But no sign
> > > > >> of Stan
> > > > >> in 39 years.
> > > >
> > > > >> I saw an old friend
> > > > >> who used to sing in the band
> > > > >> Stan the Nightporter drummed in
> > > > >> back in those times.
> > > >
> > > > >> She said she
> > > > >> hadn't seen
> > > > >> Stan the Nightporter
> > > > >> since those days in Atlanta.
> > > >
> > > > >> Seems he has vanished
> > > > >> into shadows of obscurity.
> > > >
> > > > >> Our relationship remains
> > > > >> frozen
> > > > >> and I stand in solitude
> > > > >> in my isolation.
> > > >
> > > > >> -Will Dockery
> > > >
> > > > >> ----------------------
> > > > >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> > > > >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/06/pastor-stan-in-exile.html
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > > This poem is nearly epic in scope...
> > > > Actually, I suppose it could be considered to be a /part/ of an "epic".
> > > >
> > > > HTH and HAND.
> > > I hope to read it all in chronological order someday soon...
> > That's slowly happening.
> >
> > As in the Cody Road reference above, I'm working on a longer piece also taking place in that area, here's the raw notes:
> >
> > Visions of Cody Road:
> >
> > "Late 1960s the very small strip mall on the right side of Cody Road (opposite Mohina Woods) was the state of the art place to be, the coin op laundry was my mother's choice during those years, Cody Road Drug Store next to it, druggist Peter Chin. The convenience store, good spot to look over the comics and magazine stand. For some reason they carried "Castle Of Frankenstein" magazine when most other places didn't. No idea why. CoF was a mighty good read, cutting edge media coverage for the late 1960s. Yeah, Nerd Alert.
> > This is the first issue of "Castle of Frankenstein" I ever bought (though I had been looking through earlier issues while my mother washed clothes and/or waited for a prescription to be filled next door at Cody Road Drug Store, this is the first one I decided to spend the 35 cents on) a wide world of fantastic ideas awaited inside."
> >
> > https://imgur.com/gallery/8Pn8pmE
> Interesting essay, Doc...

Hello, thanks for the read.

:)

Will Dockery wrote:

> Stan t>he Nightporter

> In a state
> of self-imposed exile
> another period
> of reconstruction.

> Another crash and burn
> life can throw these things.
> Just learn to deflect
> like Ali's Rope-A-Dope.

> Because like the old cliché
> that was
> stinging in my ears
> butterflies are free.

> There on the second floor
> looking over the park.
> I put myself in exile
> I knew I must have solitude.

> I sat in the dark
> seeing glimmers
> of reptilian eyes.

> She was so fast
> that she just moved on.
> She was moving
> at some different vibration.

> Watching the river flow
> a hundred yards below
> my mind wandered back
> to a time
> that seemed long ago.

> May 27 1981
> another scorching day
> with my Karma
> in retrograde.

> That was the last time
> I saw Stan the Nightporter
> also
> on that same day.

> Stan worked
> at the New Baby store
> along my path
> home from work
> on Cheshire Bridge Road.

> Along the same
> stretch of road
> as Johnny's Pizzeria.

> Next door to Numbers,
> a new wave nightclub
> all the rage
> that Spring of 1981.

> I lived down
> the big hill
> down Piedmonth Road
> near Ansley Mall.

> In exile
> in that old boarding house.

> One day
> I was walking through
> coming home from work
> and saw Stan the Nightporter.

> He was
> sitting in his truck,
> reading
> an Archie comic book.

> We talked for a while,
> I got his phone number,
> said we'd
> get in touch soon.

> But times were really busy
> back then
> and we never did
> connect again.

> And now
> 39 years have passed.

> I first met Stan the Nightporter
> when he was
> Bill Rumor's sidekick
> on Tip Top Drive,
> around 1975.

> The house on Tip Top
> set back from the street
> a scene
> of rowdy nights
> of Rock-N-Roll.

> My first view of the
> sophisticated older kids
> back when Columbus College
> was called Cody Road High.

> By the next year
> this scene was busted.
> Everyone scattered
> or went into isolation.

> Some by choice
> others via a paddy wagon.

> I saw Bill at The Loft
> a few years ago,
> he was playing guitar
> in a band onstage
> that night.

> He smiled sadly
> playing in his Slowhand style
> lines on his face
> depicted the decades
> that had passed.

> But no sign
> of Stan
> in 39 years.

> I saw an old friend
> who used to sing in the band
> Stan the Nightporter drummed in
> back in those times.

> She said she
> hadn't seen
> Stan the Nightporter
> since those days in Atlanta.

> Seems he has vanished
> into shadows of obscurity.

> Our relationship remains
> frozen
> and I stand in solitude
> in my isolation.

> -Will Dockery

> ----------------------
> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/06/pastor-stan-in-exile.html

On another read and I find this one a solid read...

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:

>> Stan t>he Nightporter

>> In a state
>> of self-imposed exile
>> another period
>> of reconstruction.

>> Another crash and burn
>> life can throw these things.
>> Just learn to deflect
>> like Ali's Rope-A-Dope.

>> Because like the old cliché
>> that was
>> stinging in my ears
>> butterflies are free.

>> There on the second floor
>> looking over the park.
>> I put myself in exile
>> I knew I must have solitude.

>> I sat in the dark
>> seeing glimmers
>> of reptilian eyes.

>> She was so fast
>> that she just moved on.
>> She was moving
>> at some different vibration.

>> Watching the river flow
>> a hundred yards below
>> my mind wandered back
>> to a time
>> that seemed long ago.

>> May 27 1981
>> another scorching day
>> with my Karma
>> in retrograde.

>> That was the last time
>> I saw Stan the Nightporter
>> also
>> on that same day.

>> Stan worked
>> at the New Baby store
>> along my path
>> home from work
>> on Cheshire Bridge Road.

>> Along the same
>> stretch of road
>> as Johnny's Pizzeria.

>> Next door to Numbers,
>> a new wave nightclub
>> all the rage
>> that Spring of 1981.

>> I lived down
>> the big hill
>> down Piedmonth Road
>> near Ansley Mall.

>> In exile
>> in that old boarding house.

>> One day
>> I was walking through
>> coming home from work
>> and saw Stan the Nightporter.

>> He was
>> sitting in his truck,
>> reading
>> an Archie comic book.

>> We talked for a while,
>> I got his phone number,
>> said we'd
>> get in touch soon.

>> But times were really busy
>> back then
>> and we never did
>> connect again.

>> And now
>> 39 years have passed.

>> I first met Stan the Nightporter
>> when he was
>> Bill Rumor's sidekick
>> on Tip Top Drive,
>> around 1975.

>> The house on Tip Top
>> set back from the street
>> a scene
>> of rowdy nights
>> of Rock-N-Roll.

>> My first view of the
>> sophisticated older kids
>> back when Columbus College
>> was called Cody Road High.

>> By the next year
>> this scene was busted.
>> Everyone scattered
>> or went into isolation.

>> Some by choice
>> others via a paddy wagon.

>> I saw Bill at The Loft
>> a few years ago,
>> he was playing guitar
>> in a band onstage
>> that night.

>> He smiled sadly
>> playing in his Slowhand style
>> lines on his face
>> depicted the decades
>> that had passed.

>> But no sign
>> of Stan
>> in 39 years.

>> I saw an old friend
>> who used to sing in the band
>> Stan the Nightporter drummed in
>> back in those times.

>> She said she
>> hadn't seen
>> Stan the Nightporter
>> since those days in Atlanta.

>> Seems he has vanished
>> into shadows of obscurity.

>> Our relationship remains
>> frozen
>> and I stand in solitude
>> in my isolation.

>> -Will Dockery

>> ----------------------
>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/06/pastor-stan-in-exile.html

> On another read and I find this one a solid read...

Thanks again, another poem based on true events.

Will Dockery wrote:

> General-Zod wrote:

>> Will Dockery wrote:
>
>>> Stan the Nightporter

>>> In a state
>>> of self-imposed exile
>>> another period
>>> of reconstruction.

>>> Another crash and burn
>>> life can throw these things.
>>> Just learn to deflect
>>> like Ali's Rope-A-Dope.

>>> Because like the old cliché
>>> that was
>>> stinging in my ears
>>> butterflies are free.

>>> There on the second floor
>>> looking over the park.
>>> I put myself in exile
>>> I knew I must have solitude.

>>> I sat in the dark
>>> seeing glimmers
>>> of reptilian eyes.

>>> She was so fast
>>> that she just moved on.
>>> She was moving
>>> at some different vibration.

>>> Watching the river flow
>>> a hundred yards below
>>> my mind wandered back
>>> to a time
>>> that seemed long ago.

>>> May 27 1981
>>> another scorching day
>>> with my Karma
>>> in retrograde.

>>> That was the last time
>>> I saw Stan the Nightporter
>>> also
>>> on that same day.

>>> Stan worked
>>> at the New Baby store
>>> along my path
>>> home from work
>>> on Cheshire Bridge Road.

>>> Along the same
>>> stretch of road
>>> as Johnny's Pizzeria.

>>> Next door to Numbers,
>>> a new wave nightclub
>>> all the rage
>>> that Spring of 1981.

>>> I lived down
>>> the big hill
>>> down Piedmonth Road
>>> near Ansley Mall.

>>> In exile
>>> in that old boarding house.

>>> One day
>>> I was walking through
>>> coming home from work
>>> and saw Stan the Nightporter.

>>> He was
>>> sitting in his truck,
>>> reading
>>> an Archie comic book.

>>> We talked for a while,
>>> I got his phone number,
>>> said we'd
>>> get in touch soon.

>>> But times were really busy
>>> back then
>>> and we never did
>>> connect again.

>>> And now
>>> 39 years have passed.

>>> I first met Stan the Nightporter
>>> when he was
>>> Bill Rumor's sidekick
>>> on Tip Top Drive,
>>> around 1975.

>>> The house on Tip Top
>>> set back from the street
>>> a scene
>>> of rowdy nights
>>> of Rock-N-Roll.

>>> My first view of the
>>> sophisticated older kids
>>> back when Columbus College
>>> was called Cody Road High.

>>> By the next year
>>> this scene was busted.
>>> Everyone scattered
>>> or went into isolation.

>>> Some by choice
>>> others via a paddy wagon.

>>> I saw Bill at The Loft
>>> a few years ago,
>>> he was playing guitar
>>> in a band onstage
>>> that night.

>>> He smiled sadly
>>> playing in his Slowhand style
>>> lines on his face
>>> depicted the decades
>>> that had passed.

>>> But no sign
>>> of Stan
>>> in 39 years.

>>> I saw an old friend
>>> who used to sing in the band
>>> Stan the Nightporter drummed in
>>> back in those times.

>>> She said she
>>> hadn't seen
>>> Stan the Nightporter
>>> since those days in Atlanta.

>>> Seems he has vanished
>>> into shadows of obscurity.

>>> Our relationship remains
>>> frozen
>>> and I stand in solitude
>>> in my isolation.

>>> -Will Dockery

>>> ----------------------
>>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/06/pastor-stan-in-exile.html

>> On another read and I find this one a solid read...

> Thanks again, another poem based on true events.

I think I met "Stan" a long time ago, played drums in the bar near Fort Benning..?