Wave

Wave

We met on some shimmering June,
then things got very dark.

We killed our love,
almost killed the moon,
but here's three hexes
for your lover anyway.

Remember
those good days,
we had a few.

Yes those days will come again,
we can tell each other about them,
some day.

Crack street,
where the water runs through,
and things get very dark.

Green Ringlets on my mind,
high tide coming in,
I threw an evil index
in a bottle
into it.

Smoky blue horizon,
wave crash sound.

Black streamers of cloud
over the moon,
I'll tell you about it one day.

-Will Dockery (1997)

To the Sea Angel

To the Sea Angel

Riptide waves,
there goes the sea angel,
right above the waves.

These mystery years,
where would I be without them?
What if I'd stayed happy?

Years lost,
these last few I've played catch up,
drifting from the shore.

Barnacles on an olive shell,
brain choral in my mind.
Instrumental tune,
made by the incoming waves.

I tossed a starfish back in,
watched it twirl away,
and thought of you.

-Will Dockery (1997)

Transmission

Transmission

My mechanism receives
vibes like Morse code signals.
To the rhythm of these messages
Juliette taps her tambourine.

Her eyes
are closed now.
She chants a tune
like a radio to my soul.

Hieroglyphics and haiku
carry the unhappy news.
My mobile gizmo
is a haunted mechanism.

I'm posting this Instagram
like a message in a bottle.
Hearing her melody
in chains of this wild war.

-Will Dockery

Conversational Abyss

Conversational Abyss

We never spoke
of many things
ever again.

So the conversation
drifts

Waiting
for the answer
into infinity.

-Will Dockery