Re: Behind the Forest / Will Dockery

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Will Dockery wrote:

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Behind The Forest

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Under the tent
can't describe this light.
Under the black base
are blue and red shadows.
The ink glistens
silvery like tiny mercury.

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Working to purity
music and words and sweat.
No tears.
Forget tommorow.
Let go the problems in time.

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Sun bleached cure
the addiction does not hold me
as the drugs
human drugs
create the sound.
Saint Augustine night
moon mother smiles.

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Catch the flow
it may never be back again, though possible.
Poetic form disintegrates
quit cold turkey,
so I can find what I have lost.
Termite stars shine on the oldest city.

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The facist doctors
are no match for the
old man with beads.
Double digeridoo warble
aboriginal soul hum.
Sweat, blue meets red.
Let it drop for peace of mind.

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Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes
through the breeze...
words about money float by.
Hope springs eternal
as long as the well ain't dry.

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-Will Dockery

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I remember the night I wrote this poem like it was yesterday, although I
don't think I could ever find my way back to the unique coffee shop that
the poem describes, a place called The Forest... Summer 1997.

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Cool times