Diver Days
Crosslegged, she sits.
Red wine, friends.
Mellowness and memories.
***
She seems
to have a crisis of faith,
but she's also sort of a
prima donna it seems.
A bit absurd with it.
Seems to be
doing better on this one,
this faster rocking gospel plow;
needing to use less octaves.
It's got the crowd
up and clapping,
Brother Dave almost jumps.
***
Is it important,
or really?
Just go right through it.
-Will Dockery
Tuesday, April 9, 2024
Saint Augustine Blues (Chorus Six)
Saint Augustine Blues (Chorus Six)
Dollars in the bucket
collect for the street singer.
Old man with beads paints a chinaberry
points out the parrots.
Blonde after blonde after blonde
after the parade.
People start looking really strange again.
I must seem likewise to them
as this dusty smell surrounds me.
I'd draw these people with words
but I'm not fast enough.
They pass and fade
part of the parade.
On this really old wall,
good view from up here.
Forever is a long time
but not as long as yesterday.
-Will Dockery
Dollars in the bucket
collect for the street singer.
Old man with beads paints a chinaberry
points out the parrots.
Blonde after blonde after blonde
after the parade.
People start looking really strange again.
I must seem likewise to them
as this dusty smell surrounds me.
I'd draw these people with words
but I'm not fast enough.
They pass and fade
part of the parade.
On this really old wall,
good view from up here.
Forever is a long time
but not as long as yesterday.
-Will Dockery
Wednesday, February 7, 2024
Spirit Song Horses
Spirit Song Horses
A hing so intense
thinking about dollars and cents.
Spirit song horses
the shelf life of an angel.
The armor
has lost the shine.
The crisscross of loyalty.
When we kissed, and passed
beyond the sea.
If she could
she would watch.
No one bites
like she does.
-Will Dockery (12/20/02)
A hing so intense
thinking about dollars and cents.
Spirit song horses
the shelf life of an angel.
The armor
has lost the shine.
The crisscross of loyalty.
When we kissed, and passed
beyond the sea.
If she could
she would watch.
No one bites
like she does.
-Will Dockery (12/20/02)
Wednesday, January 24, 2024
Connection
Connection
Connection
look at these empty streets.
Illumination
poetics to a dark night sky.
I'm here
and I've been here before.
She's crazy
and so is that other lady.
She must slow down
be savy, do it right.
Sky poets survive
they have a joy to be alive.
Where is Paige?
she seems likely never to return.
Reflection
on into itself a million times over.
Ressurection
when the spring returns.
No more dogmatic superstittion.
Your stones are so beautiful
and the colors, unwritable.
Is the Knight able
to drink the kegs dry?
-Will Dockery (1997)
Connection
look at these empty streets.
Illumination
poetics to a dark night sky.
I'm here
and I've been here before.
She's crazy
and so is that other lady.
She must slow down
be savy, do it right.
Sky poets survive
they have a joy to be alive.
Where is Paige?
she seems likely never to return.
Reflection
on into itself a million times over.
Ressurection
when the spring returns.
No more dogmatic superstittion.
Your stones are so beautiful
and the colors, unwritable.
Is the Knight able
to drink the kegs dry?
-Will Dockery (1997)
Tuesday, January 23, 2024
Salt Ripple
Salt Ripple
One man, one ashtray
the old man with beads paints alone.
The storm passes over
Moon Child is always with him.
Mermaid's handbag
I find my cure
near the salt water medicine.
Sanpipers dance
I watch the moves
way off Broadway.
Far away now
from the madness of erotic politics
I think I should never return.
Remain here
become pure again
among the thunderstorms and greensnakes.
The old man with beads
sings baritone in the shower.
The storms have passed over
leaving sadness, uncertainty and hope.
Ancient energy here
the moon shows up in late afternoon.
She's imitating a cloud.
Foamy egg moon we hatched from
our ancient dust and rock birth sack.
-Will Dockery (1997)
One man, one ashtray
the old man with beads paints alone.
The storm passes over
Moon Child is always with him.
Mermaid's handbag
I find my cure
near the salt water medicine.
Sanpipers dance
I watch the moves
way off Broadway.
Far away now
from the madness of erotic politics
I think I should never return.
Remain here
become pure again
among the thunderstorms and greensnakes.
The old man with beads
sings baritone in the shower.
The storms have passed over
leaving sadness, uncertainty and hope.
Ancient energy here
the moon shows up in late afternoon.
She's imitating a cloud.
Foamy egg moon we hatched from
our ancient dust and rock birth sack.
-Will Dockery (1997)
A Carload of Poets
A Carload Of Poets
A carload of poets injured on the highway
in the late afternoon.
The smell of the lumberyard pine on 280
aromatic breeze fills my car as I observe this.
Splat faeries scattered
little bloody notebooks and pens
Mexican air conditioning
shrill blasting my ears
affecting my mind with this sight.
Shrivelled red baloon in a tree
near this horrible mess of words and kids.
Bernie looked up and saw the spirit horse
wisping through over the scene.
Lady that smelled like a hospital
Tina didn't like that.
Bitchy red headed doctor
administering extra pain to the banged up poets.
Bernie McBride and Joe Senior, driver and shotgun
Tina and Wispy in the backseat originally
now arranged like fractals
in the large Elsewhere City by-pass ditch.
Nobody was injured seriously, though
too drunk on wine
rubbery flexable poets.
The regular cops said to run 'em in
the cool Alabama State Trooper said
"No, I saw a carload of dead teenagers
here once on this spot. Thank God they're alive..."
-Will Dockery (1996)
A carload of poets injured on the highway
in the late afternoon.
The smell of the lumberyard pine on 280
aromatic breeze fills my car as I observe this.
Splat faeries scattered
little bloody notebooks and pens
Mexican air conditioning
affecting my mind with this sight.
Shrivelled red baloon in a tree
near this horrible mess of words and kids.
Bernie looked up and saw the spirit horse
wisping through over the scene.
Lady that smelled like a hospital
Tina didn't like that.
Bitchy red headed doctor
administering extra pain to the banged up poets.
Bernie McBride and Joe Senior, driver and shotgun
Tina and Wispy in the backseat originally
now arranged like fractals
in the large Elsewhere City by-pass ditch.
Nobody was injured seriously, though
too drunk on wine
rubbery flexable poets.
The regular cops said to run 'em in
the cool Alabama State Trooper said
"No, I saw a carload of dead teenagers
here once on this spot. Thank God they're alive..."
-Will Dockery (1996)
Siren
Siren
A big black shadow laced with
red insides
comes from the Gulf
covers Troy and kills fishes
Then up to Shadowville.
I saw this with my own eyes
it looked cosmic and poison.
They got a whole building covered up
down the street.
Sit here and wonder
it's obviously torn assunder.
Two light glows
a siren singing
behind the trees
flirting and winking.
I hear the siren somewhere
then the church bell rings "one"
and the siren stops.
-Will Dockery (1997)
A big black shadow laced with
red insides
comes from the Gulf
covers Troy and kills fishes
Then up to Shadowville.
I saw this with my own eyes
it looked cosmic and poison.
They got a whole building covered up
down the street.
Sit here and wonder
it's obviously torn assunder.
Two light glows
a siren singing
behind the trees
flirting and winking.
I hear the siren somewhere
then the church bell rings "one"
and the siren stops.
-Will Dockery (1997)
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