Re: Watermelon Moon / Will Dockery (1976)

Will Dockery wrote:
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Amathyzt wrote:

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If I knew nothing about poetry, which is close to true, that kind of
poem make me want to peel my clothes off. Thanks for posting.

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Amathyzt, I just found this in rec.arts.poems, thanks for reading and
commenting.

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🙂

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Watermelon Moon

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I'm going to slug this thing out
to the bitter bloody end.
The wheels have turned too fast
but gone nowhere for too long.

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Snow collects on the windows
and this summer will only twist it.
Tried my best for the entire game
just to keep the lights on.

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This morning I was looking
looking over the river.
At the blueness
of early morning springtime.

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And through other eyes
I saw how others also needed...
your touch.
Hope they find
what it is they need.

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But when you look
into the mirror
and you see those green eyes
staring yourself right back.

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And you don't find
nothing to love.
Just remember others do
and we hang around for free.
Because there's nobody
else
quite like you.

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What I said and thought
we two totally different things.
I ran it all through a filter
wish I could somehow
get inside you with it.

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And flag down that lonely rider
that rides inside your soul.
Paying in blood
for what got lost.
What we will never find again.

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Strange waters in your thoughts
like dying watercolors.
With a wicked witless witness
hair slinging to her sides.

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Memories whisper like
ancient specters in some grave.
How can I water your moonlight
or alter it?

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Your body curled
in creamy thin spindles.
My poetry exposed at last
all we did was eat watermelon
and drink rancid wines.
But I never wanted to lose
the sparks
we once shared.

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Look at me
I have a crown of thorns
on my heart now.
But you still find nothing
there to love?

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Your lips on a cigarette
smoke flutters across
your face.
Smoke rising in textured streams
like southern winds twisting.

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With a twisted scorn of youth
a taste of honey on your lips.
The black drugs you use
your amphetamine trips.

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-Will Dockery / May 1976

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Another classic, another great moment in time...