• Watermelon Moon / Will Dockery (1976)

    From Will Dockery@21:1/5 to All on Tue Jul 16 16:02:04 2019
    XPost: rec.arts.poems, alt.arts.poetry.comments

    Watermelon Moon

    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.

    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.

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

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

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

    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.

    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.

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

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

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

    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.

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

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

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

    -Will Dockery / May 1976

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