Will Dockery wrote:

>>> Zod wrote:

>>>> Will Dockery wrote:

>>>>> Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery

>>>>> Archived at:
>>>>> http://comments.poetry.arts.alt.groups.com.ru/196352-Re_Tuesday_with_Little_Spain_by_Will_Dockery

>>>>> From: Andrew Roller <roller...@earthlink.net>
>>>>> Subject: Tuesday with Little Spain by Will Dockery
>>>>> Date: 1998/06/21
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>>>>> Tuesday with Little Spain
>>>>> by Will Dockery

>>>>> And I am shoved back into this night life,
>>>>> well she said, she said, she said it was impossible.

>>>>> There is a place, it smoulders, it is the past, dreamtime,
>>>>> wander these dark corridors of memory.
>>>>> I sleep so deep, I don't like to sleep,
>>>>> my dreams threaten to wash me away.

>>>>> Floating in a sea of bad vibes, I do these things over and over,
>>>>> repentatively, feel regret but keep doing it over and over.
>>>>> Then the whole thing becomes a blur.

>>>>> Grey and pasted, patched together with spackling
>>>>> and sheet rock mud, a disgusted perversion of humanity.
>>>>> During the decline and fall of poetry,
>>>>> in the summer of sardonic excess,
>>>>> I sat with Little Spain and felt her softness.

>>>>> Still a sky poet, though tattered and glowing,
>>>>> brought down from Blue Territory,
>>>>> no longer in Blue Territory.
>>>>> I wandered by a cold river
>>>>> in the flaming copper land of summer.

>>>>> This complete process of remaking we had,
>>>>> your mix of pales & shades,
>>>>> your, distinctive, mythic self, one distinct sing of your eyes...
>>>>> I must bitterly understand our fate,
>>>>> we were never meant to be,
>>>>> like lost in the mirror'd rooms of a crazy house.

>>>>> Crimson on the napkins,
>>>>> pink fuzz on the clover.
>>>>> Maneuver to the left, and forward,
>>>>> into a mud soaked future.

>>>>> ---------------------------------------------------------------
>>>>> -For more poems, type
>>>>> http://www.dejanews.com/
>>>>> into your browser's "Location" window. Press your "return" key.
>>>>> Click on "Power Search" in the middle of the screen. Next,
>>>>> Type in: roller...@earthlink.net in the box that appears.
>>>>> Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
>>>>> -Or search using: rolle...@idt.net

>>>>> Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery

>>>>> -------------------------------------------------

>>>>> From the 1998 Archives.

>>

>> Good day to you and splendid trip down the lanes of memory...!

> Good morning, again, thanks for the read.

Glad to, it was a good read...

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:

>>>> Zod wrote:

>>>>> Will Dockery wrote:

>>>>>> Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery

>>>>>> Archived at:
>>>>>> http://comments.poetry.arts.alt.groups.com.ru/196352-Re_Tuesday_with_Little_Spain_by_Will_Dockery

>>>>>> From: Andrew Roller <roller...@earthlink.net>
>>>>>> Subject: Tuesday with Little Spain by Will Dockery
>>>>>> Date: 1998/06/21
>>>>>> Message-ID: <358C65B4.78A2@earthlink.net>#1/1
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>>>>>> Tuesday with Little Spain
>>>>>> by Will Dockery

>>>>>> And I am shoved back into this night life,
>>>>>> well she said, she said, she said it was impossible.

>>>>>> There is a place, it smoulders, it is the past, dreamtime,
>>>>>> wander these dark corridors of memory.
>>>>>> I sleep so deep, I don't like to sleep,
>>>>>> my dreams threaten to wash me away.

>>>>>> Floating in a sea of bad vibes, I do these things over and over,
>>>>>> repentatively, feel regret but keep doing it over and over.
>>>>>> Then the whole thing becomes a blur.

>>>>>> Grey and pasted, patched together with spackling
>>>>>> and sheet rock mud, a disgusted perversion of humanity.
>>>>>> During the decline and fall of poetry,
>>>>>> in the summer of sardonic excess,
>>>>>> I sat with Little Spain and felt her softness.

>>>>>> Still a sky poet, though tattered and glowing,
>>>>>> brought down from Blue Territory,
>>>>>> no longer in Blue Territory.
>>>>>> I wandered by a cold river
>>>>>> in the flaming copper land of summer.

>>>>>> This complete process of remaking we had,
>>>>>> your mix of pales & shades,
>>>>>> your, distinctive, mythic self, one distinct sing of your eyes...
>>>>>> I must bitterly understand our fate,
>>>>>> we were never meant to be,
>>>>>> like lost in the mirror'd rooms of a crazy house.

>>>>>> Crimson on the napkins,
>>>>>> pink fuzz on the clover.
>>>>>> Maneuver to the left, and forward,
>>>>>> into a mud soaked future.

>>>>>> ---------------------------------------------------------------
>>>>>> -For more poems, type
>>>>>> http://www.dejanews.com/
>>>>>> into your browser's "Location" window. Press your "return" key.
>>>>>> Click on "Power Search" in the middle of the screen. Next,
>>>>>> Type in: roller...@earthlink.net in the box that appears.
>>>>>> Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
>>>>>> -Or search using: rolle...@idt.net

>>>>>> Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery

>>>>>> -------------------------------------------------

>>>>>> From the 1998 Archives.

>>>

>>> Good day to you and splendid trip down the lanes of memory...!

>> Good morning, again, thanks for the read.

> Glad to, it was a good read...

This one takes place in Summer 1997, based on true events.

Will Dockery wrote:

> Zod wrote:

>> Will Dockery wrote:

>>> Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery

>>> Archived at:
>>> http://comments.poetry.arts.alt.groups.com.ru/196352-Re_Tuesday_with_Little_Spain_by_Will_Dockery

>>> From: Andrew Roller <roller...@earthlink.net>
>>> Subject: Tuesday with Little Spain by Will Dockery
>>> Date: 1998/06/21
>>> Message-ID: <358C65B4.78A2@earthlink.net>#1/1
>>> X-Deja-AN: 364670631
>>> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit
>>> Mime-Version: 1.0
>>> Reply-To: roller...@earthlink.net
>>> Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1
>>> Organization: Roller Publications
>>> Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems

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>>> Tuesday with Little Spain
>>> by Will Dockery

>>> And I am shoved back into this night life,
>>> well she said, she said, she said it was impossible.

>>> There is a place, it smoulders, it is the past, dreamtime,
>>> wander these dark corridors of memory.
>>> I sleep so deep, I don't like to sleep,
>>> my dreams threaten to wash me away.

>>> Floating in a sea of bad vibes, I do these things over and over,
>>> repentatively, feel regret but keep doing it over and over.
>>> Then the whole thing becomes a blur.

>>> Grey and pasted, patched together with spackling
>>> and sheet rock mud, a disgusted perversion of humanity.
>>> During the decline and fall of poetry,
>>> in the summer of sardonic excess,
>>> I sat with Little Spain and felt her softness.

>>> Still a sky poet, though tattered and glowing,
>>> brought down from Blue Territory,
>>> no longer in Blue Territory.
>>> I wandered by a cold river
>>> in the flaming copper land of summer.

>>> This complete process of remaking we had,
>>> your mix of pales & shades,
>>> your, distinctive, mythic self, one distinct sing of your eyes...
>>> I must bitterly understand our fate,
>>> we were never meant to be,
>>> like lost in the mirror'd rooms of a crazy house.

>>> Crimson on the napkins,
>>> pink fuzz on the clover.
>>> Maneuver to the left, and forward,
>>> into a mud soaked future.

>>> ---------------------------------------------------------------
>>> -For more poems, type
>>> http://www.dejanews.com/
>>> into your browser's "Location" window. Press your "return" key.
>>> Click on "Power Search" in the middle of the screen. Next,
>>> Type in: roller...@earthlink.net in the box that appears.
>>> Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
>>> -Or search using: rolle...@idt.net

>>> Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery

>>> -------------------------------------------------

>>> From the 1998 Archives.

>> A rare classic...

> Thanks again for the nod, General Zod.

> 🙂

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