Energy Sea

Energy Sea

Making modest proposals
but spouting mysterious lies.
Crashing down like a bird
in the pale blue sky.
Hungry children in the street
begin to cry.

While you always used to run around
with anyone you needed who could be found.
There was always wine
and those bound to confuse you.

But no I never did really care
you always standing
with that hazel razor stare.
You must have known I couldn't bear
to lose you.

They always did seem to keep in time
with the pale girl's bidding
in her chosen time.
I tried to follow every twist of mind
but I never did try, no, to abuse you.

Can you understand
what is happening?
I wouldn't mind telling you.
Should I tell you what is happening?
Even if each word
is now coming true?

Now if you think there's
too much energy
swirling like a hurricane
whipping up the sea
tearing chunks out of that barrier
between you and me.

Never did need to know
any of the answers.
Looking out for the
whispering misty minstrel dancers
while your thoughts were tangled
in a cancerous vulture claw.

No, I never did ever really care
you always standing
with that hazel razor stare.

I always did want to be near her
it was almost like looking in a mirror.
At the Christmas Carols
fighting back tears
watching her and the band
while the snakes would crawl.

I really just wouldn't mind telling you.
Should I tell you what is happening to us
even if it seems to have long since passed?

Looking into your eyes
thy're just like glass.
Always thinking about those things
in the past.
Wondering now if I should have asked.

Always acted as if I was
in some other place.
Like I was just another
in a crowd of faces.
If it were possible
these memories I would erase.

-Will Dockery / March 10 1977

The Sea Like Mirrors

The Sea Like Mirrors

Jimmy Green left one night quickly
drove off
headed back to his home
across the mountains.

Chasing his elusive dreams
out there
some day he'll drag them down.

If we could recapture those
days past
the days that have passed
into another twisted galaxy.

Would we ever know
if things did change
when he arrived and thrust
his influence on the stars.

Jimmy, Jimmy
in your rolling
Volkswagen turd
champ of the streets
King of Jive.
Monopoly master
friend to all
dangerous outlaw
from Outer Mongolia.

The streets had assembled
the night
that he rode back into town alone
cruising
wasted on the streets again.

Away for too long
and truthfully tired
but hoping
for adventures down South.

Jimmy's search for The Girl
began then
The search for
the mythic Sersi Spade.

Whom he had heard
completely about
before he'd
even left the hills.
and rambled back into town.

Jimmy, Jimmy
in your country search
Triton of the streets
highway shark
Neptune of dry land
braving the world
Car driving monster
from the dark.

Now he's back home
in the wilderness
relaxed in the hills
sipping Moonshine
fighting in rumbles in the woods.

His favorite Trident
was back in action
having hung on his wall
all summer.

"You son of a wh*re!"
Jimmy would shout out
as he'd spin around corners
his Volkswagen engine
blasting
like firecrackers.

Jimmy, Jimmy
hope you find your way out
of the grind
fight through the night
to better days
through your
mad dog trip through Hell
and to the vanquished...
death.

-Will Dockery (March 1977)

Another Dream

Another Dream.
.
It bothered me all day.
but now maybe it won't..
I remember her real clearly now.
just now made the connection.
as to who she was.
and where she must have gone to..
.
Back at school.
I never gave her.
more than a second look..
She was always just.
a bad little girl.
going into her Sophomore year.
but she was really well read.
and had such pretty brown eyes..
.
And her I am.
such a sad place to be in.
you may have been there before..
.
To meet and talk with a person.
then the slamming of a door.
or the ringing f a bell.
to find yourself awakened by a bump.
and as it faded away.
I saw the sign on the bus..
.
She reached out and touched me.
through a void..
I could have loved her.
no way she could have known that..
.
-Will Dockery / March 1982.

Santiago

Santiago.
.
Late Seventies night.
In the Hilton trailer park.
Greg Carter in his room.
Playing guitar.
A song he called "Santiago".
What could be considered.
A kind of Latin.
Or mellow music..
.
Quite a few minutes pass.
Between three people.
In Greg Carter's room.
A small room.
In a small trailer.
In the south side of town..
.
Somehow somewhere some wah wait.
However.
Somehow someway whenever.
Send around the tailor.
Just don't forget the chef..
.
Get me an appointment.
With the guy.
You were talking about.
Draw all the curtains.
Control the underbelly.
Of fear that rolls..
.
-Will Dockery.
.
(Written April 1977 on Greg Carter's electric typewriter).

Wanted Poster

Wanted Poster

My silken sweet
Orchard child
You turned me to a tiger
And also make me smile.

I said some things
To you.
That shouldn't.
Have been said..
.
I was hurting me.
Very deeply.
But it hurt you.
Worse instead..
.
I never want.
To hurt you.
You gave meaning.
To my life..
.
Before I met you.
I had no focus.
I just didn't belong..
.
I was just too.
Sad to kill.
Too mute.
To even sing this song..
.
If you leave.
I'll crack up.
My eyes would.
Fill with blood..
.
Our love is primal.
Eternal.
Our love is.
Thicker than the mud..
.
If I can't.
Live with you darling.
I just may not.
Live at all..
.
I remain.
A street fighting man.
Defending your honor.
All across this land.
.
-Will Dockery (April 1977).