Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery
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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.
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Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery
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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
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Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
-------------------------------------------------
From the 1998 Archives, comments and critique welcome, as usual.
HTH and HAND.
Will Dockery wrote:
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery
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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/
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Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
-------------------------------------------------
From the 1998 Archives, comments and critique welcome, as usual.
HTH and HAND.
Another of your classics.....
Will Dockery wrote:
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery
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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/
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Type in: roller...@earthlink.net in the box that appears.
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Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
-------------------------------------------------
From the 1998 Archives, comments and critique welcome, as usual.
HTH and HAND.
Another of your classics.....
Will Dockery wrote:
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery
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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...
Will Dockery wrote:
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery
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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...
Zod wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery
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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
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From: Andrew Roller <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).
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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...
Will Dockery wrote:
Zod wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery
Archived at:
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From: Andrew Roller <roller...@earthlink.net>
Subject: Tuesday with Little Spain by Will Dockery
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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...
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
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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, comments and critique welcome, as usual.
HTH and HAND.
Another of your classics.....
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/
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-------------------------------------------------
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...
Will Dockery wrote:
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery
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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, comments and critique welcome, as usual.
HTH and HAND.
Another of your classics.....
Will Dockery wrote:
Zod wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery
Archived at:
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From: Andrew Roller <roller...@earthlink.net>
Subject: Tuesday with Little Spain by Will Dockery
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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...
Will Dockery wrote:
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery
Archived at:
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From: Andrew Roller <roller...@earthlink.net>
Subject: Tuesday with Little Spain by Will Dockery
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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, comments and critique welcome, as usual.
HTH and HAND.
Another of your classics.....
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...
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...
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, comments and critique welcome, as usual.
HTH and HAND.
Another of your classics.....
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.
🙂
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....!
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...
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:
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.
🙂
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
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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.
Hello and good day to you...!
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.
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Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
-------------------------------------------------
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A rare classic...
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery
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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
-------------------------------------------------
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Will Dockery wrote:
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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.
Hi..... once again one of your very best poems....!
Zod wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery
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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 reading and commenting, Zod.
W.Dockery wrote:
Zod wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery
Archived at:
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From: Andrew Roller <roller...@earthlink.net>
Subject: Tuesday with Little Spain by Will Dockery
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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 reading and commenting, Zod.
Being the poetry lover that I am, it was not a problem....
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...
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:
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.
🙂
Will Dockery wrote:
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery
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From: Andrew Roller <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...
Being the poetry lover that i am I quite enjoyed it....
Will Dockery wrote:
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery
Archived at:
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From: Andrew Roller <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.
Hi..... once again one of your very best poems....!
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...
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...
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
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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.
Hi..... once again one of your very best poems....!
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
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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.
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From the 1998 Archives.
Hello and good day to you...!
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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.
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From the 1998 Archives.
A rare classic...
Will Dockery wrote:
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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.
---------------------------------------------------------------
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http://www.dejanews.com/
into your browser's "Location" window. Press your "return" key.
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Type in: roller...@earthlink.net in the box that appears.
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-Or search using: rolle...@idt.net
Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
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From the 1998 Archives.
A rare classic...
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery
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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.
---------------------------------------------------------------
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http://www.dejanews.com/
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Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
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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).
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Yep... a fave from the olden times...!
Will Dockery wrote:
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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.
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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...
Zod wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
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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.
Will Dockery wrote:
Zod wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery
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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...!
Zod wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery
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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
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-------------------------------------------------
From the 1998 Archives.
Good day to you and splendid trip down the lanes of memory...!
Good morning, again, thanks for the read.
Will Dockery wrote:
Zod wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery
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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...
Will Dockery wrote:
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery
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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.
23 years later, still a classic......
Again, thanks.
And another poem from that dark 1990s era...
I am downtown a Waffle House, come join us, Doc...
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
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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.
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Will Dockery wrote:
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From: Andrew Roller <roller...@earthlink.net>
Note, first posted in 1998 by Andrew Roller ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Subject: Tuesday with Little Spain by Will Dockery
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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.
Note to Pen, another one first posted by one "Andrew Roller" ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Zod wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery
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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
This one takes place in Summer 1997, based on true events.
Will Dockery wrote:
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Note, first posted in 1998 by Andrew Roller ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Subject: Tuesday with Little Spain by Will Dockery
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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.
Note to Pen, another one first posted by one "Andrew Roller" ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
General-Zod wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Archived at:
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From: Andrew Roller <roller...@earthlink.net>
Note, first posted in 1998 by Andrew Roller ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Subject: Tuesday with Little Spain by Will Dockery
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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.
Note to Pen, another one first posted by one "Andrew Roller" ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Exactly, you nailed it.
Zod wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery
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From: Andrew Roller <roller...@earthlink.net>
Subject: Tuesday with Little Spain by Will Dockery
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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.
23 years later, still a classic......
Again, thanks.
And another poem from that dark 1990s era...
Thanks again for the read.
Will Dockery wrote:
General-Zod wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Archived at:
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From: Andrew Roller <roller...@earthlink.net>
Note, first posted in 1998 by Andrew Roller ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Subject: Tuesday with Little Spain by Will Dockery
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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.
Note to Pen, another one first posted by one "Andrew Roller" ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Exactly, you nailed it.
Ha ha... yep.
Will Dockery wrote:
Zod wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery
Archived at:
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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.
23 years later, still a classic......
Again, thanks.
And another poem from that dark 1990s era...
Thanks again for the read.
It was an outstanding poem then and remains so...!
That is all.
Will Dockery wrote:
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Archived at:
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From: Andrew Roller <roller...@earthlink.net>
Note, first posted in 1998 by Andrew Roller ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Subject: Tuesday with Little Spain by Will Dockery
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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.
Note to Pen, another one first posted by one "Andrew Roller" ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
General-Zod wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Archived at:
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From: Andrew Roller <roller...@earthlink.net>
Note, first posted in 1998 by Andrew Roller ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
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.
Note to Pen, another one first posted by one "Andrew Roller" ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
That's correct, Roller also published many of our chapbooks at that time period.
Will Dockery wrote:
General-Zod wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Archived at:
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From: Andrew Roller <roller...@earthlink.net>
Note, first posted in 1998 by Andrew Roller ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
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.
Note to Pen, another one first posted by one "Andrew Roller" ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
That's correct, Roller also published many of our chapbooks at that time period.
A few of mine as well.......
Will Dockery wrote:
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Archived at:
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From: Andrew Roller <roller...@earthlink.net>
Note, first posted in 1998 by Andrew Roller ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Subject: Tuesday with Little Spain by Will Dockery
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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.
another one
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>
Note, first posted in 1998 by Andrew Roller ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
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.
Note to Pen, another one first posted by one "Andrew Roller" ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
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>
Note, first posted in 1998 by Andrew Roller ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
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.
Note to Pen, another one first posted by one "Andrew Roller" ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
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>
Note, first posted in 1998 by Andrew Roller ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
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.
Note to Pen, another one first posted by one "Andrew Roller" ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
That's correct, Roller also published many of our chapbooks at that time period.
Will Dockery wrote:
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>
Note, first posted in 1998 by Andrew Roller ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Subject: Tuesday with Little Spain by Will Dockery
Date: 1998/06/21
Message-ID: <358C65...@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.
Note to Pen, another one first posted by one "Andrew Roller" ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
That's correct, Roller also published many of our chapbooks at that time period.
Roller did good with small press publications...!
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>
Note, first posted in 1998 by Andrew Roller ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Subject: Tuesday with Little Spain by Will Dockery
Date: 1998/06/21
Message-ID: <358C65...@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.
Note to Pen, another one first posted by one "Andrew Roller" ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
That's correct, Roller also published many of our chapbooks at that time period.
Will Dockery wrote:
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>
Note, first posted in 1998 by Andrew Roller ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Subject: Tuesday with Little Spain by Will Dockery
Date: 1998/06/21
Message-ID: <358C65...@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.
Note to Pen, another one first posted by one "Andrew Roller" ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
That's correct, Roller also published many of our chapbooks at that time period.
Great confessional poetry
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