Once By Donald Wayne Jackson listen to mp3 at least once Once I had what you might call a noble spirit but I drugged it and worked it down, and dragged it through terrible streets at dawn night after night. It was durable and lonely, It was what I wanted to be. It was real. I remember most its intelligence and innocence Boy oh Boy! And when it wasn't me doing it to me it was sometimes the people, no not the people, but the companies patting my back, feeding the wrong thing. I was a good dog, I waggled like hell and fell over and over, I just couldn't learn. But what I did, I did well, better than most and then, fell and learn to rage and rage and take it. And sometimes when it wasn't me (and mostly it was me) I loved the wrong woman, or the wrong boots or the wrong ideas or the wrong road, to just bungle on through. I need a frontal lobotomy or the long sleep, or even a tough justice, a warm noon sun. Come by and see me. more than once to Wayne's menu  Once Copyright © 1985 by Donald Wayne Jackson, All rights reserved once an always Send private comments  of Once Poem to  editors@artvilla.com Read the Poem Of Every So Often or at least once at https://www.artvilla.com