On Tuesday, May 18, 1999 at 3:00:00 AM UTC-4, Andrew Roller posted:
>
>> > ---------------------------------------------------------------
>> > Visit me at: http://home.earthlink.net/~roller666/index.html
>> > ---------------------------------------------------------------
>> >
>> >
>> > "Moments"
>> > by Will Dockery
>> >
>> >
>> > O many lipped flower,
>> > harmonic fractal convolution,
>> > holder of the Op Bop in your mouth,
>> > the hot drizzle of your spit.
>> > The Op Bop in your mirror'd two blooms,
>> > awaiting the buzzing fertility root.
>> > Inside your fence is you
>> > sacred place,
>> > where your sounds and your feelings
>> > are your own.
>> > Your skin and flesh and all that is within,
>> > your mentors in Alabama moonlight,
>> > and those that worship your hills.
>> > All that is a part of your kingdom,
>> > you are a muse I look to or use.
>> > Your slow moving liquid is inspiring to me,
>> > I remember how you feel inside.
>> > To bump and rud inside your craving,
>> > expanse of skin, to feel you melt,
>> > to erupt my meltings inside you.
>> > Moments in exile,
>> > moments in these times.
>> > I just remember, those days when I had that much jam,
>> > your crazy eyes when we jammed love,
>> > lost the sound of your voice when you come,
>> > horse riding child bearing back beat bumping me,
>> > earth mother urge, spread and be happy,
>> > lets stretch deep and pop, be fruitful and multiply.
>> > Moments in exile,
>> > to make the hurts pass in days.
>> >
>> > -Will Dockery
>> >
>> >
>> > ---------------------------------------------------------------
>> > -For more poems, type
>> > http://www.deja.com/
>> > into your browser's "Location" window. Press your "return" key.
>> > Click on "Power Search" in the middle of the screen.
>> > Find the box labelled "Main Archive".
>> > Change "Main Archive" to "Complete Archive".
>> >
>> > Next, do you see a blank box labelled "Power Search" ?
>> > Type in: roller666@earthlink.net in the blank box on the screen
>> > that has "Power Search" written next to it.
>> > Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
>> >
>> > -Or search using: roller39@idt.net or opbop1@yahoo.com
>> >
>> > "Moments" is copyright 1999 by Will Dockery
>> >
>> > ---------------------------------------------------------------

Found in the archives, from the early days of Usenet.

Will Dockery wrote:

> On Tuesday, May 18, 1999 at 3:00:00 AM UTC-4, Andrew Roller posted:
>>
>>> > ---------------------------------------------------------------
>>> > Visit me at: http://home.earthlink.net/~roller666/index.html
>>> > ---------------------------------------------------------------
>>> >
>>> >
>>> > "Moments"
>>> > by Will Dockery
>>> >
>>> >
>>> > O many lipped flower,
>>> > harmonic fractal convolution,
>>> > holder of the Op Bop in your mouth,
>>> > the hot drizzle of your spit.
>>> > The Op Bop in your mirror'd two blooms,
>>> > awaiting the buzzing fertility root.
>>> > Inside your fence is you
>>> > sacred place,
>>> > where your sounds and your feelings
>>> > are your own.
>>> > Your skin and flesh and all that is within,
>>> > your mentors in Alabama moonlight,
>>> > and those that worship your hills.
>>> > All that is a part of your kingdom,
>>> > you are a muse I look to or use.
>>> > Your slow moving liquid is inspiring to me,
>>> > I remember how you feel inside.
>>> > To bump and rud inside your craving,
>>> > expanse of skin, to feel you melt,
>>> > to erupt my meltings inside you.
>>> > Moments in exile,
>>> > moments in these times.
>>> > I just remember, those days when I had that much jam,
>>> > your crazy eyes when we jammed love,
>>> > lost the sound of your voice when you come,
>>> > horse riding child bearing back beat bumping me,
>>> > earth mother urge, spread and be happy,
>>> > lets stretch deep and pop, be fruitful and multiply.
>>> > Moments in exile,
>>> > to make the hurts pass in days.
>>> >
>>> > -Will Dockery
>>> >
>>> >
>>> > ---------------------------------------------------------------
>>> > -For more poems, type
>>> > http://www.deja.com/
>>> > into your browser's "Location" window. Press your "return" key.
>>> > Click on "Power Search" in the middle of the screen.
>>> > Find the box labelled "Main Archive".
>>> > Change "Main Archive" to "Complete Archive".
>>> >
>>> > Next, do you see a blank box labelled "Power Search" ?
>>> > Type in: roller666@earthlink.net in the blank box on the screen
>>> > that has "Power Search" written next to it.
>>> > Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
>>> >
>>> > -Or search using: roller39@idt.net or opbop1@yahoo.com
>>> >
>>> > "Moments" is copyright 1999 by Will Dockery
>>> >
>>> > ---------------------------------------------------------------

> Found in the archives, from the early days of Usenet.

Quite a good one, from the golden age of Doc....

Rocky Stoneberg wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:

>> On Tuesday, May 18, 1999 at 3:00:00 AM UTC-4, Andrew Roller posted:
>>>
>>>> > ---------------------------------------------------------------
>>>> > Visit me at: http://home.earthlink.net/~roller666/index.html
>>>> > ---------------------------------------------------------------
>>>> >
>>>> >
>>>> > "Moments"
>>>> > by Will Dockery
>>>> >
>>>> >
>>>> > O many lipped flower,
>>>> > harmonic fractal convolution,
>>>> > holder of the Op Bop in your mouth,
>>>> > the hot drizzle of your spit.
>>>> > The Op Bop in your mirror'd two blooms,
>>>> > awaiting the buzzing fertility root.
>>>> > Inside your fence is you
>>>> > sacred place,
>>>> > where your sounds and your feelings
>>>> > are your own.
>>>> > Your skin and flesh and all that is within,
>>>> > your mentors in Alabama moonlight,
>>>> > and those that worship your hills.
>>>> > All that is a part of your kingdom,
>>>> > you are a muse I look to or use.
>>>> > Your slow moving liquid is inspiring to me,
>>>> > I remember how you feel inside.
>>>> > To bump and rud inside your craving,
>>>> > expanse of skin, to feel you melt,
>>>> > to erupt my meltings inside you.
>>>> > Moments in exile,
>>>> > moments in these times.
>>>> > I just remember, those days when I had that much jam,
>>>> > your crazy eyes when we jammed love,
>>>> > lost the sound of your voice when you come,
>>>> > horse riding child bearing back beat bumping me,
>>>> > earth mother urge, spread and be happy,
>>>> > lets stretch deep and pop, be fruitful and multiply.
>>>> > Moments in exile,
>>>> > to make the hurts pass in days.
>>>> >
>>>> > -Will Dockery
>>>> >
>>>> >
>>>> > ---------------------------------------------------------------
>>>> > -For more poems, type
>>>> > http://www.deja.com/
>>>> > into your browser's "Location" window. Press your "return" key.
>>>> > Click on "Power Search" in the middle of the screen.
>>>> > Find the box labelled "Main Archive".
>>>> > Change "Main Archive" to "Complete Archive".
>>>> >
>>>> > Next, do you see a blank box labelled "Power Search" ?
>>>> > Type in: roller666@earthlink.net in the blank box on the screen
>>>> > that has "Power Search" written next to it.
>>>> > Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
>>>> >
>>>> > -Or search using: roller39@idt.net or opbop1@yahoo.com
>>>> >
>>>> > "Moments" is copyright 1999 by Will Dockery
>>>> >
>>>> > ---------------------------------------------------------------

>> Found in the archives, from the early days of Usenet.

> Quite a good one, from the golden age of Doc....

Again, thanks for reading and commenting.