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.

> A rare classic...

Thanks again for the nod, General Zod.

🙂

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.

>
> A rare classic...

I remember the day I wrote this poem, Summer 1998, June, I think.

Upstairs at the CVCC library in Phenix City.

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.

>>
>> A rare classic...

> I remember the day I wrote this poem, Summer 1998, June, I think.

> Upstairs at the CVCC library in Phenix City.

Good memory my friend...

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
>>>>> X-Deja-AN: 364670631
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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...

>> I remember the day I wrote this poem, Summer 1998, June, I think.

>> Upstairs at the CVCC library in Phenix City.

> Good memory my friend...

Interesting, apparently Pendragon is reading these posts while pretending not to.

🙂

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
>>>>> X-Deja-AN: 364670631
>>>>> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit
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>>>>> Organization: Roller Publications
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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...

>> I remember the day I wrote this poem, Summer 1998, June, I think.

>> Upstairs at the CVCC library in Phenix City.

> Good memory my friend...

Good times for us all.

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
>>>>> X-Deja-AN: 364670631
>>>>> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit
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>>>>> Reply-To: roller...@earthlink.net
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>>>>> 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...

>> I remember the day I wrote this poem, Summer 1998, June, I think.

>> Upstairs at the CVCC library in Phenix City.

> Good memory my friend...

Good morning my friend.

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
>>>>> 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...

>> I remember the day I wrote this poem, Summer 1998, June, I think.

>> Upstairs at the CVCC library in Phenix City.

> Good memory my friend...

It sure had Pendragon whining.

🙂

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
>>>>> 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

>>>>> ---------------------------------------------------------------
>>>>> PROBLEMS? Please try viewing this with Netscape Navigator.
>>>>> ---------------------------------------------------------------

>>>>> 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...

>> I remember the day I wrote this poem, Summer 1998, June, I think.

>> Upstairs at the CVCC library in Phenix City.

> Good memory my friend...

Good times, in hindsight.

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

>>> ---------------------------------------------------------------
>>> PROBLEMS? Please try viewing this with Netscape Navigator.
>>> ---------------------------------------------------------------

>>> 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.

> 🙂

Good day to you....!

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
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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.

>> 🙂

> Good day to you....!

Good evening, my friend.

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
>>>>> X-Deja-AN: 364670631
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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...

>> I remember the day I wrote this poem, Summer 1998, June, I think.

>> Upstairs at the CVCC library in Phenix City.

> Good memory my friend...

I can look it up because I also made a post on a Bob Dylan group, which is time-stamped.

W.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
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>>> Organization: Roller Publications
>>> Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems

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>>> PROBLEMS? Please try viewing this with Netscape Navigator.
>>> ---------------------------------------------------------------

>>> 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.

> 🙂

Hello and good day to you...!

General-Zod wrote:

> W.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

>>>> ---------------------------------------------------------------
>>>> PROBLEMS? Please try viewing this with Netscape Navigator.
>>>> ---------------------------------------------------------------

>>>> 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.

>>

> Hello and good day to you...!

Good afternoon, my friend.

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
>>>>> X-Deja-AN: 364670631
>>>>> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit
>>>>> Mime-Version: 1.0
>>>>> Reply-To: roller...@earthlink.net
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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...

>> I remember the day I wrote this poem, Summer 1998, June, I think.

>> Upstairs at the CVCC library in Phenix City.

> Good memory my friend...

Thanks again for reading and commenting, Zod.

W.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

>>> ---------------------------------------------------------------
>>> PROBLEMS? Please try viewing this with Netscape Navigator.
>>> ---------------------------------------------------------------

>>> 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.

> 🙂

Being the poetry lover that i am I quite enjoyed it....

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

>>>> ---------------------------------------------------------------
>>>> PROBLEMS? Please try viewing this with Netscape Navigator.
>>>> ---------------------------------------------------------------

>>>> 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...
> Being the poetry lover that i am I quite enjoyed it....

Good evening, appreciate it.

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
>>>>> 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

>>>>> ---------------------------------------------------------------
>>>>> PROBLEMS? Please try viewing this with Netscape Navigator.
>>>>> ---------------------------------------------------------------

>>>>> 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...

>> I remember the day I wrote this poem, Summer 1998, June, I think.

>> Upstairs at the CVCC library in Phenix City.

> Good memory my friend...

Thanks again, are you heading to Florida this weekend?

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

>>>> ---------------------------------------------------------------
>>>> PROBLEMS? Please try viewing this with Netscape Navigator.
>>>> ---------------------------------------------------------------

>>>> 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.

>>

> Hello and good day to you...!

Good evening Zod, thanks again for the nod.

🙂

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

>>>> ---------------------------------------------------------------
>>>> PROBLEMS? Please try viewing this with Netscape Navigator.
>>>> ---------------------------------------------------------------

>>>> 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...

Good evening my friend, thanks again for the positive feedback.

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
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>>>> ---------------------------------------------------------------
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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...

Good evening again and thanks for the nod.

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

>>> ---------------------------------------------------------------
>>> PROBLEMS? Please try viewing this with Netscape Navigator.
>>> ---------------------------------------------------------------

>>> 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

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

Yep... a fave from the olden times...!

General-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

>>>> ---------------------------------------------------------------
>>>> PROBLEMS? Please try viewing this with Netscape Navigator.
>>>> ---------------------------------------------------------------

>>>> 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

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

> Yep... a fave from the olden times...!

Good evening, thanks again.

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

>>>> ---------------------------------------------------------------
>>>> PROBLEMS? Please try viewing this with Netscape Navigator.
>>>> ---------------------------------------------------------------

>>>> 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.
>
> classic...

Good evening, thanks for the nod.

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

>>> ---------------------------------------------------------------
>>> PROBLEMS? Please try viewing this with Netscape Navigator.
>>> ---------------------------------------------------------------

>>> 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.

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

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
>>>> 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

>>>> ---------------------------------------------------------------
>>>> PROBLEMS? Please try viewing this with Netscape Navigator.
>>>> ---------------------------------------------------------------

>>>> 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.