> Will Dockery wrote:
> Adjustments
>
> I came up with a new plan
> one morning
> in early Summer 1981.
>
> I put the plan in action
> and moved into
> La Maison Apartment #602.
>
> Paid for after selling
> the silver dollars
> my grandfather had given me
> collected since childhood.
>
> I'd grown weary
> of the rooming house
> drudgery.
>
> The odd rules
> the land lady
> kept coming up with.
>
> I was cautiously
> optimistic
> about good times
> in the future.
>
> I was writing up
> a new project
> some kind of "poetry novel".
>
> Also it was an easier trip
> to and from work.
>
> Three blocks
> down La Vista
> then hop down
> onto the westbound tracks.
>
> So with my friend Jag
> and his pickup truck
> we loaded what I had
> and were gone.
>
> A screaming weekend
> moving in to
> La Maison Apartment #602.
>
> Laughing, drinking, brawling
> and most of all
> free from the rooming house.
>
> By Monday morning
> everyone was gone.
>
> It was still dark
> but I could
> see the light coming.
>
> I walked into Dunk And Dine
> around the corner
> from La Maison
> on Cheshire Bridge Road.
>
> Moving had been hard
> but I got squared away.
> Time to have breakfast
> and usher in the dawn.
>
> I watched the sunrise
> through the window
> with the neon still flashing.
>
> Watched the sun rise
> above the slightest view
> of the Atlanta skyline
> circa 1981.
>
> Atlanta was the city
> in a constant state
> of adjustment
> I'd read that in a magazine.
>
> Making plans for
> an adjustment of my own
> a change of attitude.
>
> In the back booth
> with a cigarette
> I still thought of Katherine.
>
> She was still drifting
> in my orbit
> but I knew there was
> something going on.
>
> She had landed a better job
> with help from a new friend.
>
> Perhaps an old lover
> but I brushed back
> my paranoia.
>
> The week before
> she'd left me on the sidewalk
> looking up
> hearing laughter
> on the second floor.
>
> I made a scene
> because I lacked the courage
> to do nothing.
>
> Then after that
> she was back
> and just as quickly
> gone again.
>
> She was taking her first steps
> to an independent life
> without me.
>
> As I was just about
> to do the same.
>
> I liked the jukebox there
> one of the old booth models.
>
> Selections could be made
> for the jukebox
> from the table.
>
> I flipped quickly
> admiring vintage photos.
>
> I punched in a matching tune
> for my maudlin
> yet optimistic mood.
>
> The Country music singer
> played soft:
>
> "People say I'm stone crazy
> to be in love with you
> and get nothing more..."
>
> It had become clear
> it was now
> every man for himself.
>
> I stepped outside
> into
> the warm bright morning.
>
> Crossing through the alley
> headed to the lumber yard
> time to start the day.
>
> Time for an
> adjustment.
>
> I knew
> it was time
> to carve another notch.
>
> -Will Dockery

Another gorgeous poem from the archives, soon to go in Shadowville
Mythos.

This is a response to the post seen at:
http://www.jlaforums.com/viewtopic.php?p=646741987#646741987

Will-Dockery wrote:

>
> > Adjustments
> >
> > I came up with a new plan
> > one morning
> > in early Summer 1981.
> >
> > I put the plan in action
> > and moved into
> > La Maison Apartment #602.
> >
> > Paid for after selling
> > the silver dollars
> > my grandfather had given me
> > collected since childhood.
> >
> > I'd grown weary
> > of the rooming house
> > drudgery.
> >
> > The odd rules
> > the land lady
> > kept coming up with.
> >
> > I was cautiously
> > optimistic
> > about good times
> > in the future.
> >
> > I was writing up
> > a new project
> > some kind of "poetry novel".
> >
> > Also it was an easier trip
> > to and from work.
> >
> > Three blocks
> > down La Vista
> > then hop down
> > onto the westbound tracks.
> >
> > So with my friend Jag
> > and his pickup truck
> > we loaded what I had
> > and were gone.
> >
> > A screaming weekend
> > moving in to
> > La Maison Apartment #602.
> >
> > Laughing, drinking, brawling
> > and most of all
> > free from the rooming house.
> >
> > By Monday morning
> > everyone was gone.
> >
> > It was still dark
> > but I could
> > see the light coming.
> >
> > I walked into Dunk And Dine
> > around the corner
> > from La Maison
> > on Cheshire Bridge Road.
> >
> > Moving had been hard
> > but I got squared away.
> > Time to have breakfast
> > and usher in the dawn.
> >
> > I watched the sunrise
> > through the window
> > with the neon still flashing.
> >
> > Watched the sun rise
> > above the slightest view
> > of the Atlanta skyline
> > circa 1981.
> >
> > Atlanta was the city
> > in a constant state
> > of adjustment
> > I'd read that in a magazine.
> >
> > Making plans for
> > an adjustment of my own
> > a change of attitude.
> >
> > In the back booth
> > with a cigarette
> > I still thought of Katherine.
> >
> > She was still drifting
> > in my orbit
> > but I knew there was
> > something going on.
> >
> > She had landed a better job
> > with help from a new friend.
> >
> > Perhaps an old lover
> > but I brushed back
> > my paranoia.
> >
> > The week before
> > she'd left me on the sidewalk
> > looking up
> > hearing laughter
> > on the second floor.
> >
> > I made a scene
> > because I lacked the courage
> > to do nothing.
> >
> > Then after that
> > she was back
> > and just as quickly
> > gone again.
> >
> > She was taking her first steps
> > to an independent life
> > without me.
> >
> > As I was just about
> > to do the same.
> >
> > I liked the jukebox there
> > one of the old booth models.
> >
> > Selections could be made
> > for the jukebox
> > from the table.
> >
> > I flipped quickly
> > admiring vintage photos.
> >
> > I punched in a matching tune
> > for my maudlin
> > yet optimistic mood.
> >
> > The Country music singer
> > played soft:
> >
> > "People say I'm stone crazy
> > to be in love with you
> > and get nothing more..."
> >
> > It had become clear
> > it was now
> > every man for himself.
> >
> > I stepped outside
> > into
> > the warm bright morning.
> >
> > Crossing through the alley
> > headed to the lumber yard
> > time to start the day.
> >
> > Time for an
> > adjustment.
> >
> > I knew
> > it was time
> > to carve another notch.
> >
> > -Will Dockery

> Another gorgeous poem from the archives, soon to go in Shadowville
> Mythos.

> This is a response to the post seen at:
> http://www.jlaforums.com/viewtopic.php?p=580609916#580609916

Quite cool....

General-Zod wrote:

> Will-Dockery wrote:

>>
>> > Adjustments
>> >
>> > I came up with a new plan
>> > one morning
>> > in early Summer 1981.
>> >
>> > I put the plan in action
>> > and moved into
>> > La Maison Apartment #602.
>> >
>> > Paid for after selling
>> > the silver dollars
>> > my grandfather had given me
>> > collected since childhood.
>> >
>> > I'd grown weary
>> > of the rooming house
>> > drudgery.
>> >
>> > The odd rules
>> > the land lady
>> > kept coming up with.
>> >
>> > I was cautiously
>> > optimistic
>> > about good times
>> > in the future.
>> >
>> > I was writing up
>> > a new project
>> > some kind of "poetry novel".
>> >
>> > Also it was an easier trip
>> > to and from work.
>> >
>> > Three blocks
>> > down La Vista
>> > then hop down
>> > onto the westbound tracks.
>> >
>> > So with my friend Jag
>> > and his pickup truck
>> > we loaded what I had
>> > and were gone.
>> >
>> > A screaming weekend
>> > moving in to
>> > La Maison Apartment #602.
>> >
>> > Laughing, drinking, brawling
>> > and most of all
>> > free from the rooming house.
>> >
>> > By Monday morning
>> > everyone was gone.
>> >
>> > It was still dark
>> > but I could
>> > see the light coming.
>> >
>> > I walked into Dunk And Dine
>> > around the corner
>> > from La Maison
>> > on Cheshire Bridge Road.
>> >
>> > Moving had been hard
>> > but I got squared away.
>> > Time to have breakfast
>> > and usher in the dawn.
>> >
>> > I watched the sunrise
>> > through the window
>> > with the neon still flashing.
>> >
>> > Watched the sun rise
>> > above the slightest view
>> > of the Atlanta skyline
>> > circa 1981.
>> >
>> > Atlanta was the city
>> > in a constant state
>> > of adjustment
>> > I'd read that in a magazine.
>> >
>> > Making plans for
>> > an adjustment of my own
>> > a change of attitude.
>> >
>> > In the back booth
>> > with a cigarette
>> > I still thought of Katherine.
>> >
>> > She was still drifting
>> > in my orbit
>> > but I knew there was
>> > something going on.
>> >
>> > She had landed a better job
>> > with help from a new friend.
>> >
>> > Perhaps an old lover
>> > but I brushed back
>> > my paranoia.
>> >
>> > The week before
>> > she'd left me on the sidewalk
>> > looking up
>> > hearing laughter
>> > on the second floor.
>> >
>> > I made a scene
>> > because I lacked the courage
>> > to do nothing.
>> >
>> > Then after that
>> > she was back
>> > and just as quickly
>> > gone again.
>> >
>> > She was taking her first steps
>> > to an independent life
>> > without me.
>> >
>> > As I was just about
>> > to do the same.
>> >
>> > I liked the jukebox there
>> > one of the old booth models.
>> >
>> > Selections could be made
>> > for the jukebox
>> > from the table.
>> >
>> > I flipped quickly
>> > admiring vintage photos.
>> >
>> > I punched in a matching tune
>> > for my maudlin
>> > yet optimistic mood.
>> >
>> > The Country music singer
>> > played soft:
>> >
>> > "People say I'm stone crazy
>> > to be in love with you
>> > and get nothing more..."
>> >
>> > It had become clear
>> > it was now
>> > every man for himself.
>> >
>> > I stepped outside
>> > into
>> > the warm bright morning.
>> >
>> > Crossing through the alley
>> > headed to the lumber yard
>> > time to start the day.
>> >
>> > Time for an
>> > adjustment.
>> >
>> > I knew
>> > it was time
>> > to carve another notch.
>> >
>> > -Will Dockery

>> Another gorgeous poem from the archives, soon to go in Shadowville
>> Mythos.

>> This is a response to the post seen at:
>> http://www.jlaforums.com/viewtopic.php?p=503976269#503976269

> Quite cool....

Thanks again for reading and commenting.