General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>>> Behind The Forest.

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

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

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

>>> 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.

>>> 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.

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

>>> -Will Dockery

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>> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series.

>> As always, comments and critique are welcome.

>

> Fine series...

Good afternoon, thanks again for the nod.