Will Dockery
2018-03-16 02:22:21 UTC
From "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
(From the "Saint Augustine Blues" poem series by Will Dockery. Others to
follow, comment & critique welcome, as I retool these for the new era.)
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
(From the "Saint Augustine Blues" poem series by Will Dockery. Others to
follow, comment & critique welcome, as I retool these for the new era.)