> Will Dockery wrote:
> Two Blackbirds Flying Side-By-Side.
>
> Running broken, confused and happy,
> down a highway of lights.
> Fog like smoke, lonely and free
> down a green highway---.
> Glacial clouds,
> intelligent, shifting and silent
> in a sky that's panned with black and purple.
>
> Totally swamped
> by color sound and illusion
> breathlessly rushing back to the spot.
> Losing the whole flow of these characters
> unknowable to me at this point anyway.
> There is no death
> the spirit continues
> no dead end.
>
> Green tree,
> expanding fresher than I myself feel,
> backed up with a shimmering blue sky
> and red brick crumbling and almost ancient.
> Down a paranoid two way street
> two blackbirds fly together
> the clouds are gone
> leaving a shimmering blue sky and two birds.
>
> Pine frame
> illuminating flow
> golden liquid solid.
> Dark green
> losing myself in the green---.
> Glass table
> holding my coffee cup...
> just completely fallen behind on important things.
>
> -Will Dockery (c)2003

Two Blackbirds Flying Side-By-Side.

Running broken, confused and happy,
down a highway of lights.
Fog like smoke, lonely and free
down a green highway---.
Glacial clouds,
intelligent, shifting and silent
in a sky that's panned with black and purple.

Totally swamped
by color sound and illusion
breathlessly rushing back to the spot.
Losing the whole flow of these characters
unknowable to me at this point anyway.
There is no death
the spirit continues
no dead end.

Green tree,
expanding fresher than I myself feel,
backed up with a shimmering blue sky
and red brick crumbling and almost ancient.
Down a paranoid two way street
two blackbirds fly together
the clouds are gone
leaving a shimmering blue sky and two birds.

Pine frame
illuminating flow
golden liquid solid.
Dark green
losing myself in the green---.
Glass table
holding my coffee cup...
just completely fallen behind on important things.

-Will Dockery

(Reposted from the archives.