• Re: Tuesday with Little Spain / Will Dockery

    From General-Zod@3:633/280.2 to All on Sun Mar 24 08:37:47 2024
    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>
    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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    From the 1998 Archives.


    A rare classic...

    Thanks again for the nod, General Zod.

    🙂

    Another FAVE

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  • From General-Zod@3:633/280.2 to All on Mon Mar 25 07:59:51 2024
    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

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    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...

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