On Saturday, February 4, 2023 at 11:50:14 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> Zod wrote:
> > Will Dockery wrote:
>
> >> Journey in the Past
> >>
> >> Back in 1980, a long ago time
> >> I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
> >> Get off work at five
> >> from Harvey Lumber and Supply
> >> and be in Atlanta by nine.
> >>
> >> The commute was billed as express
> >> but was often a slow ride at best.
> >> The bus stopped at each town
> >> the driver's horn would loudly sound
> >> the journey put my patience to the test.
> >>
> >> Once settled in the ride was a breeze
> >> my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
> >> I'd dash out a poem
> >> happy to be finally going
> >> knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
> >>
> >> The bus rolled through little towns
> >> with a screeching, roaring sound.
> >> As the bus made the stop
> >> on and off folks would hop
> >> and soon we would again be northbound.
> >>
> >> The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
> >> I'd jump off for my short vacation.
> >> With my suitcase I'd walk
> >> up the long street I'd stalk
> >> for the next leg of my destination.
> >>
> >> Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
> >> with correct change I could jump on.
> >> Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
> >> watching city lights flash through the dark
> >> the sensation was like being stoned.
> >>
> >> Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
> >> was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
> >> I'd had a fine trip
> >> now it was time to slip
> >> Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
> >>
> >> -Will Dockery (2020)
> >>
> >> ----
> >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
>
> > Interesting and fact filled poem....
> Good evening, thanks again for the nod.

Coole and bravo....

Zod wrote:

> On Saturday, February 4, 2023 at 11:50:14 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> Zod wrote:
>> > Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> >> Journey in the Past
>> >>
>> >> Back in 1980, a long ago time
>> >> I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
>> >> Get off work at five
>> >> from Harvey Lumber and Supply
>> >> and be in Atlanta by nine.
>> >>
>> >> The commute was billed as express
>> >> but was often a slow ride at best.
>> >> The bus stopped at each town
>> >> the driver's horn would loudly sound
>> >> the journey put my patience to the test.
>> >>
>> >> Once settled in the ride was a breeze
>> >> my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
>> >> I'd dash out a poem
>> >> happy to be finally going
>> >> knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
>> >>
>> >> The bus rolled through little towns
>> >> with a screeching, roaring sound.
>> >> As the bus made the stop
>> >> on and off folks would hop
>> >> and soon we would again be northbound.
>> >>
>> >> The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
>> >> I'd jump off for my short vacation.
>> >> With my suitcase I'd walk
>> >> up the long street I'd stalk
>> >> for the next leg of my destination.
>> >>
>> >> Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
>> >> with correct change I could jump on.
>> >> Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
>> >> watching city lights flash through the dark
>> >> the sensation was like being stoned.
>> >>
>> >> Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
>> >> was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
>> >> I'd had a fine trip
>> >> now it was time to slip
>> >> Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
>> >>
>> >> -Will Dockery (2020)
>> >>
>> >> ----
>> >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
>>
>> > Interesting and fact filled poem....
>> Good evening, thanks again for the nod.

> Coole and bravo....

Good morning, thanks again.

On Friday, February 3, 2023 at 4:25:09 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> On Friday, February 3, 2023 at 10:25:31 AM UTC-5, michaelmalef...@gmail.com wrote:
> >
> > Journey in the Past
> ----
> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
> > xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
> xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
> xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
> >
> > -Will Donkey (2020)
>
> You're an obsessive little motherfucker, are you not, Penhead..?

Obviously Pendragon is headed for a rather nasty meltdown.

HTH and HAND.

On Friday, February 3, 2023 at 4:36:42 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> On Tuesday, February 1, 2023 at 5:35:14 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >
> > Journey in the Past
> >
> > Back in 1980, a long ago time
> > I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
> > Get off work at five
> > from Harvey Lumber and Supply
> > and be in Atlanta by nine.
> >
> > The commute was billed as express
> > but was often a slow ride at best.
> > The bus stopped at each town
> > the driver's horn would loudly sound
> > the journey put my patience to the test.
> >
> > Once settled in the ride was a breeze
> > my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
> > I'd dash out a poem
> > happy to be finally going
> > knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
> >
> > The bus rolled through little towns
> > with a screeching, roaring sound.
> > As the bus made the stop
> > on and off folks would hop
> > and soon we would again be northbound.
> >
> > The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
> > I'd jump off for my short vacation.
> > With my suitcase I'd walk
> > up the long street I'd stalk
> > for the next leg of my destination.
> >
> > Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
> > with correct change I could jump on.
> > Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
> > watching city lights flash through the dark
> > the sensation was like being stoned.
> >
> > Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
> > was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
> > I'd had a fine trip
> > now it was time to slip
> > Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
> >
> > -Will Dockery (2020)
> >
> > ----
> > From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> > https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
> Interesting and fact filled poem....

Good afternoon, thanks again for reading and commenting

On Monday, February 6, 2023 at 5:34:41 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> On Friday, February 3, 2023 at 4:25:09 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> > On Friday, February 3, 2023 at 10:25:31 AM UTC-5, michaelmalef...@gmail.com wrote:
> > >
> > > Journey in the Past
> > ----
> > From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> > https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
> > > xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
> > xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
> > xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
> > >
> > > -Will Donkey (2020)
> >
> > You're an obsessive little motherfucker, are you not, Penhead..?
>
> Obviously Pendragon is headed for a rather nasty meltdown.
>
> HTH and HAND.

Any time now.

Zod wrote:

> On Monday, February 6, 2023 at 5:34:41 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> On Friday, February 3, 2023 at 4:25:09 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
>
>> > > Journey in the Past
>> > ----
>> > From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> > https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
>> > > xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
>> > xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
>> > xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
>> > >
>> > > -Will Donkey (2020)
>> >
>> > You're an obsessive little motherfucker, are you not, Penhead..?
>>
>> Obviously Pendragon is headed for a rather nasty meltdown.
>>
>> HTH and HAND.

> Any time now.

Good morning, thanks again for reading and commenting.

🙂

Will Dockery wrote:

> On Tuesday, December 27, 2022 at 7:44:04 PM UTC-5, cocodeso...@gmail.com wrote:
>> On Tuesday, December 27, 2022 at 6:38:18 PM UTC-5, Mack A. Damia wrote:
>> > On Tue, 27 Dec 2022 22:33:55 +0000, will.d...@gmail.com (W.Dockery)
>> > wrote:
>>
>> > >Journey in the Past
>> > >
>> > >Back in 1980, a long ago time
>> > >I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
>> > >Get off work at five
>> > >from Harvey Lumber and Supply
>> > >and be in Atlanta by nine.
>> > >
>> > >The commute was billed as express
>> > >but was often a slow ride at best.
>> > >The bus stopped at each town
>> > >the driver's horn would loudly sound
>> > >the journey put my patience to the test.
>> > >
>> > >Once settled in the ride was a breeze
>> > >my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
>> > >I'd dash out a poem
>> > >happy to be finally going
>> > >knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
>> > >
>> > >The bus rolled through little towns
>> > >with a screeching, roaring sound.
>> > >As the bus made the stop
>> > >on and off folks would hop
>> > >and soon we would again be northbound.
>> > >
>> > >The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
>> > >I'd jump off for my short vacation.
>> > >With my suitcase I'd walk
>> > >up the long street I'd stalk
>> > >for the next leg of my destination.
>> > >
>> > >Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
>> > >with correct change I could jump on.
>> > >Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
>> > >watching city lights flash through the dark
>> > >the sensation was like being stoned.
>> > >
>> > >Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
>> > >was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
>> > >I'd had a fine trip
>> > >now it was time to slip
>> > >Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
>> > >
>> > >-Will Dockery (2020)
>> > >
>> > >----
>> > >From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> > >https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
>> > Very good, Will, I always enjoyed Simon and Garfunkle's "Homeward
>> > Bound":
>> >
>> > "I'm sittin' in the railway station
>> > Got a ticket for my destination, mmm
>> > On a tour of one night stands
>> > My suitcase and guitar in hand
>> > And every stop is neatly planned
>> > For a poet and a one man band."
>> Many of us enjoy Simon and Garfunkel, (sp) Jake.
>>
>> The contrast between their lyric and the Donkey's doggerel speaks volumes.

> Says Michael Pendragon, the delusional fool who has fantasies about being a better poet than T.S. Eliot.

> HTH and HAND.

Yep... ha ha.

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:

>> On Tuesday, December 27, 2022 at 7:44:04 PM UTC-5, cocodeso...@gmail.com wrote:
>>> On Tuesday, December 27, 2022 at 6:38:18 PM UTC-5, Mack A. Damia wrote:
>>> > On Tue, 27 Dec 2022 22:33:55 +0000, will.d...@gmail.com (W.Dockery)
>>> > wrote:
>>>
>>> > >Journey in the Past
>>> > >
>>> > >Back in 1980, a long ago time
>>> > >I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
>>> > >Get off work at five
>>> > >from Harvey Lumber and Supply
>>> > >and be in Atlanta by nine.
>>> > >
>>> > >The commute was billed as express
>>> > >but was often a slow ride at best.
>>> > >The bus stopped at each town
>>> > >the driver's horn would loudly sound
>>> > >the journey put my patience to the test.
>>> > >
>>> > >Once settled in the ride was a breeze
>>> > >my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
>>> > >I'd dash out a poem
>>> > >happy to be finally going
>>> > >knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
>>> > >
>>> > >The bus rolled through little towns
>>> > >with a screeching, roaring sound.
>>> > >As the bus made the stop
>>> > >on and off folks would hop
>>> > >and soon we would again be northbound.
>>> > >
>>> > >The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
>>> > >I'd jump off for my short vacation.
>>> > >With my suitcase I'd walk
>>> > >up the long street I'd stalk
>>> > >for the next leg of my destination.
>>> > >
>>> > >Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
>>> > >with correct change I could jump on.
>>> > >Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
>>> > >watching city lights flash through the dark
>>> > >the sensation was like being stoned.
>>> > >
>>> > >Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
>>> > >was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
>>> > >I'd had a fine trip
>>> > >now it was time to slip
>>> > >Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
>>> > >
>>> > >-Will Dockery (2020)
>>> > >
>>> > >----
>>> > >From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>> > >https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
>>> > Very good, Will, I always enjoyed Simon and Garfunkle's "Homeward
>>> > Bound":
>>> >
>>> > "I'm sittin' in the railway station
>>> > Got a ticket for my destination, mmm
>>> > On a tour of one night stands
>>> > My suitcase and guitar in hand
>>> > And every stop is neatly planned
>>> > For a poet and a one man band."
>>> Many of us enjoy Simon and Garfunkel, (sp) Jake.
>>>
>>> The contrast between their lyric and the Donkey's doggerel speaks volumes.

>> Says Michael Pendragon, the delusional fool who has fantasies about being a better poet than T.S. Eliot.

>> HTH and HAND.

> Yep... ha ha.

Funny, but, sadly, Pendragon seems seriously delusional.

HTH and HAND.

Mack A. Damia wrote:

> On Tue, 27 Dec 2022 22:33:55 +0000, will.dockery@gmail.com (Will Dockery)
> wrote:
>
>>Journey in the Past
>>
>>Back in 1980, a long ago time
>>I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
>>Get off work at five
>>from Harvey Lumber and Supply
>>and be in Atlanta by nine.
>>
>>The commute was billed as express
>>but was often a slow ride at best.
>>The bus stopped at each town
>>the driver's horn would loudly sound
>>the journey put my patience to the test.
>>
>>Once settled in the ride was a breeze
>>my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
>>I'd dash out a poem
>>happy to be finally going
>>knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
>>
>>The bus rolled through little towns
>>with a screeching, roaring sound.
>>As the bus made the stop
>>on and off folks would hop
>>and soon we would again be northbound.
>>
>>The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
>>I'd jump off for my short vacation.
>>With my suitcase I'd walk
>>up the long street I'd stalk
>>for the next leg of my destination.
>>
>>Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
>>with correct change I could jump on.
>>Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
>>watching city lights flash through the dark
>>the sensation was like being stoned.
>>
>>Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
>>was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
>>I'd had a fine trip
>>now it was time to slip
>>Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
>>
>>-Will Dockery (2020)
>>
>>----
>>From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html

> Very good, Will, I always enjoyed Simon and Garfunkle's "Homeward
> Bound":

> "I'm sittin' in the railway station
> Got a ticket for my destination, mmm
> On a tour of one night stands
> My suitcase and guitar in hand
> And every stop is neatly planned
> For a poet and a one man band."

Hey Mack, hope ya can return soon...!

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:

>> On Tuesday, December 27, 2022 at 7:44:04 PM UTC-5, cocodeso...@gmail.com wrote:
>>> On Tuesday, December 27, 2022 at 6:38:18 PM UTC-5, Mack A. Damia wrote:
>>> > On Tue, 27 Dec 2022 22:33:55 +0000, will.d...@gmail.com (W.Dockery)
>>> > wrote:
>>>
>>> > >Journey in the Past
>>> > >
>>> > >Back in 1980, a long ago time
>>> > >I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
>>> > >Get off work at five
>>> > >from Harvey Lumber and Supply
>>> > >and be in Atlanta by nine.
>>> > >
>>> > >The commute was billed as express
>>> > >but was often a slow ride at best.
>>> > >The bus stopped at each town
>>> > >the driver's horn would loudly sound
>>> > >the journey put my patience to the test.
>>> > >
>>> > >Once settled in the ride was a breeze
>>> > >my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
>>> > >I'd dash out a poem
>>> > >happy to be finally going
>>> > >knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
>>> > >
>>> > >The bus rolled through little towns
>>> > >with a screeching, roaring sound.
>>> > >As the bus made the stop
>>> > >on and off folks would hop
>>> > >and soon we would again be northbound.
>>> > >
>>> > >The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
>>> > >I'd jump off for my short vacation.
>>> > >With my suitcase I'd walk
>>> > >up the long street I'd stalk
>>> > >for the next leg of my destination.
>>> > >
>>> > >Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
>>> > >with correct change I could jump on.
>>> > >Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
>>> > >watching city lights flash through the dark
>>> > >the sensation was like being stoned.
>>> > >
>>> > >Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
>>> > >was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
>>> > >I'd had a fine trip
>>> > >now it was time to slip
>>> > >Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
>>> > >
>>> > >-Will Dockery (2020)
>>> > >
>>> > >----
>>> > >From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>> > >https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
>>> > Very good, Will, I always enjoyed Simon and Garfunkle's "Homeward
>>> > Bound":
>>> >
>>> > "I'm sittin' in the railway station
>>> > Got a ticket for my destination, mmm
>>> > On a tour of one night stands
>>> > My suitcase and guitar in hand
>>> > And every stop is neatly planned
>>> > For a poet and a one man band."
>>> Many of us enjoy Simon and Garfunkel, (sp) Jake.
>>>
>>> The contrast between their lyric and the Donkey's doggerel speaks volumes.

>> Says Michael Pendragon, the delusional fool who has fantasies about being a better poet than T.S. Eliot.

>> HTH and HAND.

> Yep... ha ha.

Good evening, thanks again for the endorsement

🙂

On Thursday, February 16, 2023 at 7:25:12 PM UTC-5, W.Dockery wrote:
> General-Zod wrote:
>
> > Will Dockery wrote:
>
> >> On Tuesday, December 27, 2022 at 7:44:04 PM UTC-5, cocodeso...@gmail.com wrote:
> >>> On Tuesday, December 27, 2022 at 6:38:18 PM UTC-5, Mack A. Damia wrote:
> >>> > On Tue, 27 Dec 2022 22:33:55 +0000, will.d...@gmail.com (W.Dockery)
> >>> > wrote:
> >>>
> >>> > >Journey in the Past
> >>> > >
> >>> > >Back in 1980, a long ago time
> >>> > >I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
> >>> > >Get off work at five
> >>> > >from Harvey Lumber and Supply
> >>> > >and be in Atlanta by nine.
> >>> > >
> >>> > >The commute was billed as express
> >>> > >but was often a slow ride at best.
> >>> > >The bus stopped at each town
> >>> > >the driver's horn would loudly sound
> >>> > >the journey put my patience to the test.
> >>> > >
> >>> > >Once settled in the ride was a breeze
> >>> > >my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
> >>> > >I'd dash out a poem
> >>> > >happy to be finally going
> >>> > >knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
> >>> > >
> >>> > >The bus rolled through little towns
> >>> > >with a screeching, roaring sound.
> >>> > >As the bus made the stop
> >>> > >on and off folks would hop
> >>> > >and soon we would again be northbound.
> >>> > >
> >>> > >The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
> >>> > >I'd jump off for my short vacation.
> >>> > >With my suitcase I'd walk
> >>> > >up the long street I'd stalk
> >>> > >for the next leg of my destination.
> >>> > >
> >>> > >Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
> >>> > >with correct change I could jump on.
> >>> > >Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
> >>> > >watching city lights flash through the dark
> >>> > >the sensation was like being stoned.
> >>> > >
> >>> > >Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
> >>> > >was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
> >>> > >I'd had a fine trip
> >>> > >now it was time to slip
> >>> > >Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
> >>> > >
> >>> > >-Will Dockery (2020)
> >>> > >
> >>> > >----
> >>> > >From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> >>> > >https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
> >>> > Very good, Will, I always enjoyed Simon and Garfunkle's "Homeward
> >>> > Bound":
> >>> >
> >>> > "I'm sittin' in the railway station
> >>> > Got a ticket for my destination, mmm
> >>> > On a tour of one night stands
> >>> > My suitcase and guitar in hand
> >>> > And every stop is neatly planned
> >>> > For a poet and a one man band."
> >>> Many of us enjoy Simon and Garfunkel, (sp) Jake.
> >>>
> >>> The contrast between their lyric and the Donkey's doggerel speaks volumes.
>
> >> Says Michael Pendragon, the delusional fool who has fantasies about being a better poet than T.S. Eliot.
>
> >> HTH and HAND.
>
> > Yep... ha ha.
> Good evening, thanks again for the endorsement

Yup. Seven out of ten pissbums prefer Will Donkey's illiterate swill to actual poetry.

On Tuesday, January 24, 2023 at 6:50:14 PM UTC-5, General-Zod wrote:
> Will Dockery wrote:
> > On Monday, January 23, 2023 at 5:20:14 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> >> Mack A. Damia wrote:
> >> > On Tue, 16 Jan 2023 22:33:55 +0000, will.d...@gmail.com (Will Dockery)
> >> > wrote:
> >> >
> >> > >Journey in the Past
> >> > >
> >> > >Back in 1980, a long ago time
> >> > >I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
> >> > >Get off work at five
> >> > >from Harvey Lumber and Supply
> >> > >and be in Atlanta by nine.
> >> > >
> >> > >The commute was billed as express
> >> > >but was often a slow ride at best.
> >> > >The bus stopped at each town
> >> > >the driver's horn would loudly sound
> >> > >the journey put my patience to the test.
> >> > >
> >> > >Once settled in the ride was a breeze
> >> > >my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
> >> > >I'd dash out a poem
> >> > >happy to be finally going
> >> > >knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
> >> > >
> >> > >The bus rolled through little towns
> >> > >with a screeching, roaring sound.
> >> > >As the bus made the stop
> >> > >on and off folks would hop
> >> > >and soon we would again be northbound.
> >> > >
> >> > >The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
> >> > >I'd jump off for my short vacation.
> >> > >With my suitcase I'd walk
> >> > >up the long street I'd stalk
> >> > >for the next leg of my destination.
> >> > >
> >> > >Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
> >> > >with correct change I could jump on.
> >> > >Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
> >> > >watching city lights flash through the dark
> >> > >the sensation was like being stoned.
> >> > >
> >> > >Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
> >> > >was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
> >> > >I'd had a fine trip
> >> > >now it was time to slip
> >> > >Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
> >> > >
> >> > >-Will Dockery (2020)
> >> > >
> >> > >----
> >> > >From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> >> > >https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
> >> > Very good, Will, I always enjoyed Simon and Garfunkle's "Homeward
> >> > Bound":
> >> >
> >> > "I'm sittin' in the railway station
> >> > Got a ticket for my destination, mmm
> >> > On a tour of one night stands
> >> > My suitcase and guitar in hand
> >> > And every stop is neatly planned
> >> > For a poet and a one man band."
> >> Agreed and seconded....!
> > Thanks again for reading and commenting, Zod.
>
>
> You are quite welcome....!

Good afternoon, my friend.

🙂

Zod wrote:

> On Wednesday, December 28, 2022 at 9:50:16 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> Michael Pendragon wrote:
>> > On Wednesday, December 28, 2022 at 4:30:14 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
>> >> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> >> >>> >Journey in the Past
>> >> >>> >
>> >> >>> >Back in 1980, a long ago time
>> >> >>> >I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
>> >> >>> >Get off work at five
>> >> >>> >from Harvey Lumber and Supply
>> >> >>> >and be in Atlanta by nine.
>> >> >>> >
>> >> >>> >The commute was billed as express
>> >> >>> >but was often a slow ride at best.
>> >> >>> >The bus stopped at each town
>> >> >>> >the driver's horn would loudly sound
>> >> >>> >the journey put my patience to the test.
>> >> >>> >
>> >> >>> >Once settled in the ride was a breeze
>> >> >>> >my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
>> >> >>> >I'd dash out a poem
>> >> >>> >happy to be finally going
>> >> >>> >knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
>> >> >>> >
>> >> >>> >The bus rolled through little towns
>> >> >>> >with a screeching, roaring sound.
>> >> >>> >As the bus made the stop
>> >> >>> >on and off folks would hop
>> >> >>> >and soon we would again be northbound.
>> >> >>> >
>> >> >>> >The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
>> >> >>> >I'd jump off for my short vacation.
>> >> >>> >With my suitcase I'd walk
>> >> >>> >up the long street I'd stalk
>> >> >>> >for the next leg of my destination.
>> >> >>> >
>> >> >>> >Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
>> >> >>> >with correct change I could jump on.
>> >> >>> >Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
>> >> >>> >watching city lights flash through the dark
>> >> >>> >the sensation was like being stoned.
>> >> >>> >
>> >> >>> >Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
>> >> >>> >was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
>> >> >>> >I'd had a fine trip
>> >> >>> >now it was time to slip
>> >> >>> >Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
>> >> >>> >
>> >> >>> >-Will Dockery (2020)
>> >> >>> >
>> >> >>> >----
>> >> >>> >From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> >> >>> >https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
>> >> >>> Very good, Will, I always enjoyed Simon and Garfunkle's "Homeward
>> >> >>> Bound":
>> >> >>>
>> >> >>> "I'm sittin' in the railway station
>> >> >>> Got a ticket for my destination, mmm
>> >> >>> On a tour of one night stands
>> >> >>> My suitcase and guitar in hand
>> >> >>> And every stop is neatly planned
>> >> >>> For a poet and a one man band."
>>
>> >> > > Many of us enjoy Simon and Garfunkel, (sp) Jake.
>> >> > >
>> >> > > The contrast between their lyric and the Donkey's doggerel speaks volumes.
>>
>> >> > Finally, something we can all agree on.
>> >>
>> >
>> >> Yes, that's certainly correct...!
>>
>> > Aw...
>> Stop your sobbing, Pendragon
>>
>> Here, Pendragon:
>>
>> https://www.reverbnation.com/main/charts/Local/rock?artist_id=413260
>>
>> HTH and HAND.

> Congrats and kudos for hitting the Number One spot again, Doc.....!

Good afternoon, thanks again.

Zod wrote:

> On Tuesday, January 26, 2023 at 5:35:14 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:

>> Journey in the Past
>>
>> Back in 1980, a long ago time
>> I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
>> Get off work at five
>> from Harvey Lumber and Supply
>> and be in Atlanta by nine.
>>
>> The commute was billed as express
>> but was often a slow ride at best.
>> The bus stopped at each town
>> the driver's horn would loudly sound
>> the journey put my patience to the test.
>>
>> Once settled in the ride was a breeze
>> my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
>> I'd dash out a poem
>> happy to be finally going
>> knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
>>
>> The bus rolled through little towns
>> with a screeching, roaring sound.
>> As the bus made the stop
>> on and off folks would hop
>> and soon we would again be northbound.
>>
>> The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
>> I'd jump off for my short vacation.
>> With my suitcase I'd walk
>> up the long street I'd stalk
>> for the next leg of my destination.
>>
>> Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
>> with correct change I could jump on.
>> Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
>> watching city lights flash through the dark
>> the sensation was like being stoned.
>>
>> Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
>> was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
>> I'd had a fine trip
>> now it was time to slip
>> Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
>>
>> -Will Dockery (2020)
>>
>> ----
>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html

> The time line on this poem is around mid 1980, correct....?

The time period after July 4th, 1980.

General-Zod wrote:
> Will Dockery wrote:
> > On Tuesday, December 27, 2022 at 7:44:04 PM UTC-5, cocodeso...@gmail.com wrote:
> >> On Tuesday, December 27, 2022 at 6:38:18 PM UTC-5, Mack A. Damia wrote:
> >> > On Tue, 27 Dec 2022 22:33:55 +0000, will.d...@gmail.com (W.Dockery) wrote:
>
> >> > >Journey in the Past
> >> > >
> >> > >Back in 1980, a long ago time
> >> > >I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
> >> > >Get off work at five
> >> > >from Harvey Lumber and Supply
> >> > >and be in Atlanta by nine.
> >> > >
> >> > >The commute was billed as express
> >> > >but was often a slow ride at best.
> >> > >The bus stopped at each town
> >> > >the driver's horn would loudly sound
> >> > >the journey put my patience to the test.
> >> > >
> >> > >Once settled in the ride was a breeze
> >> > >my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
> >> > >I'd dash out a poem
> >> > >happy to be finally going
> >> > >knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
> >> > >
> >> > >The bus rolled through little towns
> >> > >with a screeching, roaring sound.
> >> > >As the bus made the stop
> >> > >on and off folks would hop
> >> > >and soon we would again be northbound.
> >> > >
> >> > >The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
> >> > >I'd jump off for my short vacation.
> >> > >With my suitcase I'd walk
> >> > >up the long street I'd stalk
> >> > >for the next leg of my destination.
> >> > >
> >> > >Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
> >> > >with correct change I could jump on.
> >> > >Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
> >> > >watching city lights flash through the dark
> >> > >the sensation was like being stoned.
> >> > >
> >> > >Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
> >> > >was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
> >> > >I'd had a fine trip
> >> > >now it was time to slip
> >> > >Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
> >> > >
> >> > >-Will Dockery (2020)
> >> > >
> >> > >----
> >> > >From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> >> > >https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
> >> > Very good, Will, I always enjoyed Simon and Garfunkle's "Homeward
> >> > Bound":
> >> >
> >> > "I'm sittin' in the railway station
> >> > Got a ticket for my destination, mmm
> >> > On a tour of one night stands
> >> > My suitcase and guitar in hand
> >> > And every stop is neatly planned
> >> > For a poet and a one man band."
> >> Many of us enjoy Simon and Garfunkel, (sp) Jake.
> >>
> >> The contrast between their lyric and the Donkey's doggerel speaks volumes.
> > Says Michael Pendragon, the delusional fool who has fantasies about being a better poet than T.S. Eliot.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Okay, I was originally calling Pendragon a "delusional fool" but apparently second-handed Zod along the way ^^^^^

My bad.

Michael Pendragon wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>
>> Journey in the Past
>>
>> Back in 1980, a long ago time
>> I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
>> Get off work at five
>> from Harvey Lumber and Supply
>> and be in Atlanta by nine.
>>
>> The commute was billed as express
>> but was often a slow ride at best.
>> The bus stopped at each town
>> the driver's horn would loudly sound
>> the journey put my patience to the test.
>>
>> Once settled in the ride was a breeze
>> my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
>> I'd dash out a poem
>> happy to be finally going
>> knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
>>
>> The bus rolled through little towns
>> with a screeching, roaring sound.
>> As the bus made the stop
>> on and off folks would hop
>> and soon we would again be northbound.
>>
>> The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
>> I'd jump off for my short vacation.
>> With my suitcase I'd walk
>> up the long street I'd stalk
>> for the next leg of my destination.
>>
>> Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
>> with correct change I could jump on.
>> Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
>> watching city lights flash through the dark
>> the sensation was like being stoned.
>>
>> Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
>> was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
>> I'd had a fine trip
>> now it was time to slip
>> Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
>>
>> -Will Dockery (2020)
>>
>> ----
>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html

> DONKEY

Says the delusional fuckwit monkey king, Michael Pendragon.

🙂

Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>> Zod wrote:
>> > Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> >> Journey in the Past
>> >>
>> >> Back in 1980, a long ago time
>> >> I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
>> >> Get off work at five
>> >> from Harvey Lumber and Supply
>> >> and be in Atlanta by nine.
>> >>
>> >> The commute was billed as express
>> >> but was often a slow ride at best.
>> >> The bus stopped at each town
>> >> the driver's horn would loudly sound
>> >> the journey put my patience to the test.
>> >>
>> >> Once settled in the ride was a breeze
>> >> my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
>> >> I'd dash out a poem
>> >> happy to be finally going
>> >> knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
>> >>
>> >> The bus rolled through little towns
>> >> with a screeching, roaring sound.
>> >> As the bus made the stop
>> >> on and off folks would hop
>> >> and soon we would again be northbound.
>> >>
>> >> The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
>> >> I'd jump off for my short vacation.
>> >> With my suitcase I'd walk
>> >> up the long street I'd stalk
>> >> for the next leg of my destination.
>> >>
>> >> Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
>> >> with correct change I could jump on.
>> >> Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
>> >> watching city lights flash through the dark
>> >> the sensation was like being stoned.
>> >>
>> >> Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
>> >> was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
>> >> I'd had a fine trip
>> >> now it was time to slip
>> >> Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
>> >>
>> >> -Will Dockery (2020)
>> >>
>> >> ----
>> >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
>>
>> > Interesting and fact filled poem....
>> Good evening, thanks again for the nod.

> Coole and bravo....

Hello there and thanks again.

I hope your vacation is going well.

Mack A. Damia wrote:

> will.dockery@gmail.com (Will Dockery)
> wrote:
>
>>Journey in the Past
>>
>>Back in 1980, a long ago time
>>I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
>>Get off work at five
>>from Harvey Lumber and Supply
>>and be in Atlanta by nine.
>>
>>The commute was billed as express
>>but was often a slow ride at best.
>>The bus stopped at each town
>>the driver's horn would loudly sound
>>the journey put my patience to the test.
>>
>>Once settled in the ride was a breeze
>>my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
>>I'd dash out a poem
>>happy to be finally going
>>knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
>>
>>The bus rolled through little towns
>>with a screeching, roaring sound.
>>As the bus made the stop
>>on and off folks would hop
>>and soon we would again be northbound.
>>
>>The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
>>I'd jump off for my short vacation.
>>With my suitcase I'd walk
>>up the long street I'd stalk
>>for the next leg of my destination.
>>
>>Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
>>with correct change I could jump on.
>>Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
>>watching city lights flash through the dark
>>the sensation was like being stoned.
>>
>>Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
>>was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
>>I'd had a fine trip
>>now it was time to slip
>>Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
>>
>>-Will Dockery (2020)
>>
>>----
>>From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html

> Very good, Will, I always enjoyed Simon and Garfunkle's "Homeward
> Bound":

> "I'm sittin' in the railway station
> Got a ticket for my destination, mmm
> On a tour of one night stands
> My suitcase and guitar in hand
> And every stop is neatly planned
> For a poet and a one man band."

Where did you go, Mack?

Michael Pendragon wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>
>> Journey in the Past
>>
>> Back in 1980, a long ago time
>> I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
>> Get off work at five
>> from Harvey Lumber and Supply
>> and be in Atlanta by nine.
>>
>> The commute was billed as express
>> but was often a slow ride at best.
>> The bus stopped at each town
>> the driver's horn would loudly sound
>> the journey put my patience to the test.
>>
>> Once settled in the ride was a breeze
>> my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
>> I'd dash out a poem
>> happy to be finally going
>> knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
>>
>> The bus rolled through little towns
>> with a screeching, roaring sound.
>> As the bus made the stop
>> on and off folks would hop
>> and soon we would again be northbound.
>>
>> The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
>> I'd jump off for my short vacation.
>> With my suitcase I'd walk
>> up the long street I'd stalk
>> for the next leg of my destination.
>>
>> Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
>> with correct change I could jump on.
>> Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
>> watching city lights flash through the dark
>> the sensation was like being stoned.
>>
>> Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
>> was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
>> I'd had a fine trip
>> now it was time to slip
>> Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
>>
>> -Will Dockery (2020)
>>
>> ----
>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html

> DONKEY

Says the delusional monkey.

🙂

Michael Pendragon wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>
>> Journey in the Past
>>
>> Back in 1980, a long ago time
>> I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
>> Get off work at five
>> from Harvey Lumber and Supply
>> and be in Atlanta by nine.
>>
>> The commute was billed as express
>> but was often a slow ride at best.
>> The bus stopped at each town
>> the driver's horn would loudly sound
>> the journey put my patience to the test.
>>
>> Once settled in the ride was a breeze
>> my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
>> I'd dash out a poem
>> happy to be finally going
>> knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
>>
>> The bus rolled through little towns
>> with a screeching, roaring sound.
>> As the bus made the stop
>> on and off folks would hop
>> and soon we would again be northbound.
>>
>> The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
>> I'd jump off for my short vacation.
>> With my suitcase I'd walk
>> up the long street I'd stalk
>> for the next leg of my destination.
>>
>> Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
>> with correct change I could jump on.
>> Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
>> watching city lights flash through the dark
>> the sensation was like being stoned.
>>
>> Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
>> was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
>> I'd had a fine trip
>> now it was time to slip
>> Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
>>
>> -Will Dockery (2020)
>>
>> ----
>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html

> DONKEY

Says Michael Pendragon, the delusional and ignorant little shit slinging monkey.

🙂

Michael Pendragon wrote:
> Zod wrote:
> > michaelmalef...@gmail.com wrote:
>
> > > Journey in the Past
> > ----
> > From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> > https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
> > > xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
> > xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
> > xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
> > >
> > > -Will Donkey (2020)
> >
> > You're an obsessive little motherfucker, are you not, Penhead..?
> C&C

Says Michael Pendragon, the delusional little fuckwit monkey boy.

🙂

Mack A. Damia wrote:

> On Tue, 27 Dec 2022 22:33:55 +0000, will.dockery@gmail.com (W.Dockery)
> wrote:

>>Journey in the Past
>>
>>Back in 1980, a long ago time
>>I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
>>Get off work at five
>>from Harvey Lumber and Supply
>>and be in Atlanta by nine.
>>
>>The commute was billed as express
>>but was often a slow ride at best.
>>The bus stopped at each town
>>the driver's horn would loudly sound
>>the journey put my patience to the test.
>>
>>Once settled in the ride was a breeze
>>my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
>>I'd dash out a poem
>>happy to be finally going
>>knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
>>
>>The bus rolled through little towns
>>with a screeching, roaring sound.
>>As the bus made the stop
>>on and off folks would hop
>>and soon we would again be northbound.
>>
>>The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
>>I'd jump off for my short vacation.
>>With my suitcase I'd walk
>>up the long street I'd stalk
>>for the next leg of my destination.
>>
>>Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
>>with correct change I could jump on.
>>Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
>>watching city lights flash through the dark
>>the sensation was like being stoned.
>>
>>Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
>>was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
>>I'd had a fine trip
>>now it was time to slip
>>Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
>>
>>-Will Dockery (2020)
>>
>>----
>>From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html

> Very good, Will, I always enjoyed Simon and Garfunkle's "Homeward
> Bound":

> "I'm sittin' in the railway station
> Got a ticket for my destination, mmm
> On a tour of one night stands
> My suitcase and guitar in hand
> And every stop is neatly planned
> For a poet and a one man band."

Since this poem is definitely on topic for the current discussion of 1980-1983, here's a bump.

:)

On Thursday, June 8, 2023 at 4:20:12 PM UTC-4, W.Dockery wrote:
> Mack A. Damia wrote:
>
> > On Tue, 27 Dec 2022 22:33:55 +0000, will.d...@gmail.com (W.Dockery)
> > wrote:

it's not.
Stop necroposting, you narcissistic asshole.

Family Guy wrote:

> On Thursday, June 8, 2023 at 4:20:12 PM UTC-4, W.Dockery wrote:
>> Mack A. Damia wrote:
>>
>> > On Tue, 27 Dec 2022 22:33:55 +0000, will.d...@gmail.com (W.Dockery)
>> > wrote:

----
From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html

> it's not.

Yes it is.

:)

On Sunday, January 1, 2023 at 3:13:09 AM UTC-5, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> On Saturday, December 31, 2022 at 4:10:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > Coco DeSockmonkey wrote:
> >
> > > On Tuesday, December 27, 2022 at 6:38:18 PM UTC-5, Mack A. Damia wrote:
> > >> On Tue, 27 Dec 2022 22:33:55 +0000, will.d...@gmail.com (W.Dockery)
> > >> wrote:
> > >> >Journey in the Past
> > >> >
> > >> >Back in 1980, a long ago time
> > >> >I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
> > >> >Get off work at five
> > >> >from Harvey Lumber and Supply
> > >> >and be in Atlanta by nine.
> > >> >
> > >> >The commute was billed as express
> > >> >but was often a slow ride at best.
> > >> >The bus stopped at each town
> > >> >the driver's horn would loudly sound
> > >> >the journey put my patience to the test.
> > >> >
> > >> >Once settled in the ride was a breeze
> > >> >my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
> > >> >I'd dash out a poem
> > >> >happy to be finally going
> > >> >knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
> > >> >
> > >> >The bus rolled through little towns
> > >> >with a screeching, roaring sound.
> > >> >As the bus made the stop
> > >> >on and off folks would hop
> > >> >and soon we would again be northbound.
> > >> >
> > >> >The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
> > >> >I'd jump off for my short vacation.
> > >> >With my suitcase I'd walk
> > >> >up the long street I'd stalk
> > >> >for the next leg of my destination.
> > >> >
> > >> >Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
> > >> >with correct change I could jump on.
> > >> >Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
> > >> >watching city lights flash through the dark
> > >> >the sensation was like being stoned.
> > >> >
> > >> >Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
> > >> >was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
> > >> >I'd had a fine trip
> > >> >now it was time to slip
> > >> >Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
> > >> >
> > >> >-Will Dockery (2020)
> > >> >
> > >> >----
> > >> >From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> > >> >https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
> > >> Very good, Will, I always enjoyed Simon and Garfunkle's "Homeward
> > >> Bound":
> > >>
> > >> "I'm sittin' in the railway station
> > >> Got a ticket for my destination, mmm
> > >> On a tour of one night stands
> > >> My suitcase and guitar in hand
> > >> And every stop is neatly planned
> > >> For a poet and a one man band."
> >
> > > Many of us enjoy Simon and Garfunkel, (sp) Jake.
> >
> > > The contrast between their lyric and the
> > Says Michael Pendragon, the delusional fuckwit who has fantasies about being a better poet than T.S. Eliot.
> Per your request...
>
> DAYBREAK
> M.M. Pendragon
> (Inspired by "Rhapsody on a Windy Night," by T.S. Eliot)
>
> The moonlit masquerade at last is done
> As music fades like stars at dawn's first kiss,
> The streetlamps sputter sparks, like fireflies gone
> As mad as April trees whose budded bliss
> Will freeze beneath the season's final snow.
>
> While through the quiet streets, the gentle glow
> Of morning amber stretches sleepy arms
> As taxis yawn their way past bursts of steam
> That hiss through subway grates, while New York warms
> Awaking from her bootblack-scented dream
> To pushcart cups of joe and cigarettes.
>
> I greet the old bronze clock at Herald Square
> With ragged vagabonds, and fond regrets
> Of cocktail-colored dances, unbound hair
> And Cinderella eyes lost in the blur
> Of midnight faces, heavy-lidded lies.
>
> The new day beckons, Broadway buskers stir
> Sweat suits give way to button shirts and ties
> Newstands roll up their gates as pushbrooms sweep
> The shadow-remnants of the night aside.
>
> I wander through the crowds, too tired to sleep
> Too spent to keep the pace; I opt to hide
> Inside a small café, as sunbeams spill
> Their contents 'cross a pigeon-feathered sky.
>
> The morning calls, but I have had my fill
> With alabaster hopes of wealth and fame
> I nurse my coffee, watch the day slip by
> And wonder why I'd never asked her name.
>
> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w0NhytKdNLg
>
> vs
>
> Rhapsody on a Windy Night
> T. S. Eliot - 1888-1965
>
> Twelve o'clock.
> Along the reaches of the street
> Held in a lunar synthesis,
> Whispering lunar incantations
> Dissolve the floors of memory
> And all its clear relations,
> Its divisions and precisions.
> Every street lamp that I pass
> Beats like a fatalistic drum,
> And through the spaces of the dark
> Midnight shakes the memory
> As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
>
> Half-past one,
> The street-lamp sputtered,
> The street-lamp muttered,
> The street-lamp said, "Regard that woman
> Who hesitates toward you in the light of the door
> Which opens on her like a grin.
> You see the border of her dress
> Is torn and stained with sand,
> And you see the corner of her eye
> Twists like a crooked pin."
>
> The memory throws up high and dry
> A crowd of twisted things;
> A twisted branch upon the beach
> Eaten smooth, and polished
> As if the world gave up
> The secret of its skeleton,
> Stiff and white.
> A broken spring in a factory yard,
> Rust that clings to the form that the strength has left
> Hard and curled and ready to snap.
>
> Half-past two,
> The street-lamp said,
> "Remark the cat which flattens itself in the gutter,
> Slips out its tongue
> And devours a morsel of rancid butter."
> So the hand of the child, automatic,
> Slipped out and pocketed a toy that was running along the quay.
> I could see nothing behind that child's eye.
> I have seen eyes in the street
> Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
> And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
> An old crab with barnacles on his back,
> Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
>
> Half-past three,
> The lamp sputtered,
> The lamp muttered in the dark.
> The lamp hummed:
> "Regard the moon,
> La lune ne garde aucune rancune,
> She winks a feeble eye,
> She smiles into corners.
> She smooths the hair of the grass.
> The moon has lost her memory.
> A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
> Her hand twists a paper rose,
> That smells of dust and eau de Cologne,
> She is alone
> With all the old nocturnal smells
> That cross and cross across her brain."
> The reminiscence comes
> Of sunless dry geraniums
> And dust in crevices,
> Smells of chestnuts in the streets,
> And female smells in shuttered rooms,
> And cigarettes in corridors
> And cocktail smells in bars.
>
> The lamp said,
> "Four o'clock,
> Here is the number on the door.
> Memory!
> You have the key,
> The little lamp spreads a ring on the stair.
> Mount.
> The bed is open; the tooth-brush hangs on the wall,
> Put your shoes at the door, sleep, prepare for life."
>
> The last twist of the knife.

Your ignorant and delusional state is noted, Pendragon.