Wednesday, March 28, 2012

The Final Poem of Roger Blakely III









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I've been having those feelings
that life was better with music, mystery, 
empty bottles, and early morning 
poetry festivals from the bottom 
of the drunk tank floor.

I do reserve the right to be lost at any time.
So that I never need to be frightened,
I carry at all times
on my person
a small unseaworthy sailboat,
vast uncharted waters,
the prayers of past generations,
and a category five hurricane.

I tell you, I miss the late night air.


Roger Blakely III


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