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.
>>>

>>> 23 years later, still a classic......

>>
>> Again, thanks.

> And another poem from that dark 1990s era...

Thanks again for the read.

:)

Will Dockery wrote:

> Zod wrote:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

>>>>> From the 1998 Archives.
>>>>

>>>> 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.

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:

>> Zod wrote:

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

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

>>>>>> From: Andrew Roller <roller...@earthlink.net>
>>>>>> Subject: Tuesday with Little Spain by Will Dockery
>>>>>> Date: 1998/06/21
>>>>>> Message-ID: <358C65B4.78A2@earthlink.net>#1/1
>>>>>> X-Deja-AN: 364670631
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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.

This probably the same "heroine" that Michael Pendragon keeps obsessing over.

😃

Will Dockery wrote:

> Zod wrote:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

>>>>> From the 1998 Archives.
>>>>

>>>> 23 years later, still a classic......

>>>
>>> Again, thanks.

>> And another poem from that dark 1990s era...

> Thanks again for the read.

> :)

One of best...

Another post for GD and Retro Guy, is this visible to all...?

Will Dockery wrote:

> Zod wrote:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

>>>>> From the 1998 Archives.
>>>>

>>>> 23 years later, still a classic......

>>>
>>> Again, thanks.

>> And another poem from that dark 1990s era...

> Thanks again for the read.

> :)

Cool... cool...