Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery

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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.

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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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This is an unfortunate fact, perhaps not of real importance to a great many
out there, but I have tonight evidence that Google Groups is losing posts
from the Usenet Archives, sometime during the last decade. At one time the
poem above was available in the rec.arts.poems archives, which is where I
copy and pasted the above from, about a decade ago. Now, a search of the
Google Groups archives of this poem turns up nothing of the original post,
which was June 21 1998.

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May 21 (20 hours ago) by me

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May 21 (20 hours ago) by me

More recent posts turn up but not the original post, which is really sad,
that the historic Usenet archives are being eroded in such a way.

[Will Dockery]

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
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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An all time favorite from the early days.....

[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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An all time favorite from the early days.....

I see Nancy Gene is reading.

Hello there Nancy Gene.

<Waves>

🙂

[Zod]

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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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into your browser's "Location" window. Press your "return" key.
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Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
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A rare classic...

[W.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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into your browser's "Location" window. Press your "return" key.
Click on "Power Search" in the middle of the screen. Next,
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Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
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A rare classic...

Thanks for the endorsement, Zod.

:)

[Ted Schmedly]

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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,
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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 for the endorsement, Zod.
:)

You are welcome...

[Zod]

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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.
Click on "Power Search" in the middle of the screen. Next,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
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From the 1998 Archives.

A rare classic...

Thanks for the endorsement, Zod.
:)

Not a problem, Doc...

[Zod]

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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.
Click on "Power Search" in the middle of the screen. Next,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
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From the 1998 Archives.

A rare classic...

Thanks for the endorsement, Zod.
:)

Not a problem....

[Zod]

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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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
-------------------------------------------------
From the 1998 Archives.

A rare classic...

Thanks for the endorsement, Zod.
:)

Right on Doc!

[Zod]

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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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
-------------------------------------------------
From the 1998 Archives.

A rare classic...

Thanks for the endorsement, Zod.
:)

No problem...

[W.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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
-------------------------------------------------
From the 1998 Archives.

A rare classic...

25 yeas later and it still stands well, I think.

[Zod]

Post by Zod

Post by Will Dockery
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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
-------------------------------------------------
From the 1998 Archives.

A rare classic...

25 years later and it still stands well, I think.

Indeed so, Doc...

[Zod]

I am downtown a Waffle House, come join us, Doc...

[W.Dockery]

Post by Zod
I am downtown a Waffle House, come join us, Doc...

I can't right now, perhaps later.

:)

[General-Zod]

Post by Will Dockery
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery
http://comments.poetry.arts.alt.groups.com.ru/196352-Re_Tuesday_with_Little_Spain_by_Will_Dockery

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Note, first posted in 1998 by Andrew Roller ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

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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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
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" ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

[W.Dockery]

Post by General-Zod

Post by Will Dockery
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery
http://comments.poetry.arts.alt.groups.com.ru/196352-Re_Tuesday_with_Little_Spain_by_Will_Dockery

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Note, first posted in 1998 by Andrew Roller ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Post by Will Dockery
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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
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.

[General-Zod]

Post by W.Dockery

Post by Will Dockery
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery

Post 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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery

This one takes place in Summer 1997, based on true events.

Another good read of another good poem..!

[General-Zod]

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Post by Will Dockery
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery
http://comments.poetry.arts.alt.groups.com.ru/196352-Re_Tuesday_with_Little_Spain_by_Will_Dockery

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Note, first posted in 1998 by Andrew Roller ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Post by Will Dockery
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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
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.......

[W.Dockery]

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Post by Will Dockery
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery
http://comments.poetry.arts.alt.groups.com.ru/196352-Re_Tuesday_with_Little_Spain_by_Will_Dockery

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Note, first posted in 1998 by Andrew Roller ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Post by Will Dockery
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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
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.......

Good times.

[General-Zod]

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Post by Will Dockery
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery
http://comments.poetry.arts.alt.groups.com.ru/196352-Re_Tuesday_with_Little_Spain_by_Will_Dockery

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Note, first posted in 1998 by Andrew Roller ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Post by Will Dockery
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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
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...!

[W.Dockery]

Post by General-Zod

Post by W.Dockery

Post by General-Zod

Post by Will Dockery
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery
http://comments.poetry.arts.alt.groups.com.ru/196352-Re_Tuesday_with_Little_Spain_by_Will_Dockery

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Note, first posted in 1998 by Andrew Roller ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Post by Will Dockery
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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
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...!

Yes, never did find out what happened to him.

[Will Dockery]

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Post by W.Dockery

Post by Will Dockery
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery

Post by Will Dockery
http://comments.poetry.arts.alt.groups.com.ru/196352-Re_Tuesday_with_Little_Spain_by_Will_Dockery

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Note, first posted in 1998 by Andrew Roller ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Post by Will Dockery
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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
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...!

Yes, never did find out what happened to him.

[General-Zod]

Post by W.Dockery

Post by Will Dockery
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery

Post by Will Dockery
http://comments.poetry.arts.alt.groups.com.ru/196352-Re_Tuesday_with_Little_Spain_by_Will_Dockery

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Note, first posted in 1998 by Andrew Roller ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Post by Will Dockery
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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
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

[W.Dockery]

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Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery

Post by Will Dockery
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^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Note, first posted in 1998 by Andrew Roller ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Post by Will Dockery
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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
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

Thanks again, yes, in my opinion, this is a good example of Confessional poetry.

🙂

[General-Zod]

Post by W.Dockery

Post by General-Zod

Post by W.Dockery

Post by Will Dockery
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery

Post by Will Dockery
http://comments.poetry.arts.alt.groups.com.ru/196352-Re_Tuesday_with_Little_Spain_by_Will_Dockery

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Note, first posted in 1998 by Andrew Roller ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Post by Will Dockery
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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
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

Thanks again, yes, in my opinion, this is a good example of Confessional poetry.
🙂

Yo !


True !

[W.Dockery]

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Post by W.Dockery

Post by General-Zod

Post by W.Dockery

Post by Will Dockery
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery

Post by Will Dockery
http://comments.poetry.arts.alt.groups.com.ru/196352-Re_Tuesday_with_Little_Spain_by_Will_Dockery

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Note, first posted in 1998 by Andrew Roller ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Post by Will Dockery
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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
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

Thanks again, yes, in my opinion, this is a good example of Confessional poetry.
🙂

Yo !
True !

Good afternoon my friend.

🙂

[General-Zod]

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Post by General-Zod

Post by W.Dockery

Post by General-Zod

Post by W.Dockery

Post by Will Dockery
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery

Post by Will Dockery
http://comments.poetry.arts.alt.groups.com.ru/196352-Re_Tuesday_with_Little_Spain_by_Will_Dockery

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Note, first posted in 1998 by Andrew Roller ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Post by Will Dockery
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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
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

Thanks again, yes, in my opinion, this is a good example of Confessional poetry.
🙂

Yo !
True !

Good afternoon my friend.
🙂

Again

Good day

Good read

Yo

[W.Dockery]

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Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery

Post by Will Dockery
http://comments.poetry.arts.alt.groups.com.ru/196352-Re_Tuesday_with_Little_Spain_by_Will_Dockery

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Note, first posted in 1998 by Andrew Roller ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Post by Will Dockery
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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
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

Thanks again, yes, in my opinion, this is a good example of Confessional poetry.
🙂

Yo !
True !

Good afternoon my friend.
🙂

Again
Good day
Good read
Yo

Good afternoon and happy holidays to you and Mike my friend.

🙂

[W.Dockery]

Post by General-Zod

Post by Will Dockery
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery
http://comments.poetry.arts.alt.groups.com.ru/196352-Re_Tuesday_with_Little_Spain_by_Will_Dockery

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Note, first posted in 1998 by Andrew Roller ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Post by Will Dockery
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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
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.

:)

[General-Zod]

Post by W.Dockery

Post by General-Zod

Post by Will Dockery
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery
http://comments.poetry.arts.alt.groups.com.ru/196352-Re_Tuesday_with_Little_Spain_by_Will_Dockery

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Note, first posted in 1998 by Andrew Roller ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Post by Will Dockery
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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
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.

[W.Dockery]

Post by General-Zod

Post by W.Dockery

Post by General-Zod

Post by Will Dockery
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery
http://comments.poetry.arts.alt.groups.com.ru/196352-Re_Tuesday_with_Little_Spain_by_Will_Dockery

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Note, first posted in 1998 by Andrew Roller ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Post by Will Dockery
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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
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.

Good evening my friend.

[W.Dockery]

Post by General-Zod

Post by Will Dockery
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery
http://comments.poetry.arts.alt.groups.com.ru/196352-Re_Tuesday_with_Little_Spain_by_Will_Dockery

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Note, first posted in 1998 by Andrew Roller ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Post by Will Dockery
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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
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" ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Again, exactly.

[W.Dockery]

Post by General-Zod

Post by Will Dockery
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery
http://comments.poetry.arts.alt.groups.com.ru/196352-Re_Tuesday_with_Little_Spain_by_Will_Dockery

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Note, first posted in 1998 by Andrew Roller ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Post by Will Dockery
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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
-------------------------------------------------
From the 1998 Archives.

another one

Thanks again for reading and commenting, Zod.

😃

[W.Dockery]

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Post by Will Dockery
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery
http://comments.poetry.arts.alt.groups.com.ru/196352-Re_Tuesday_with_Little_Spain_by_Will_Dockery

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Note, first posted in 1998 by Andrew Roller ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Post 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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
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" ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

You know Pendragon's a bit on the slow side when it comes to comprehension.

😃

[W.Dockery]

Post by General-Zod

Post by Will Dockery
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery
http://comments.poetry.arts.alt.groups.com.ru/196352-Re_Tuesday_with_Little_Spain_by_Will_Dockery

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Note, first posted in 1998 by Andrew Roller ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Post by Will Dockery
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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
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" ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Good find, Zod.

[W.Dockery]

Post by Zod

Post by Will Dockery
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery
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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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
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]

Post by Zod

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Will Dockery
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery
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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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
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.

[Zod]

Post by W-Dockery

Post by Zod

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Will Dockery
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery
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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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
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...

[W-Dockery]

Post by Zod

Post by W-Dockery

Post by Zod

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Will Dockery
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery
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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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
-------------------------------------------------

From the 1998 Archives.

A rare classic...

I remember the day I wrote this poem, Summer 1998, June, I think.
Upstairs at the CVCC library in Phenix City.

Good memory my friend...

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

🙂

[W.Dockery]

Post by Zod

Post by W-Dockery

Post by Zod

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Will Dockery
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery
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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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
-------------------------------------------------

From the 1998 Archives.

A rare classic...

I remember the day I wrote this poem, Summer 1998, June, I think.
Upstairs at the CVCC library in Phenix City.

Good memory my friend...

Good times for us all.

[W.Dockery]

Post by Zod

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Post by Zod

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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
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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
-------------------------------------------------

From the 1998 Archives.

A rare classic...

I remember the day I wrote this poem, Summer 1998, June, I think.
Upstairs at the CVCC library in Phenix City.

Good memory my friend...

Good morning my friend.

[W-Dockery]

Post by Zod

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Post by Zod

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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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
-------------------------------------------------

From the 1998 Archives.

A rare classic...

I remember the day I wrote this poem, Summer 1998, June, I think.
Upstairs at the CVCC library in Phenix City.

Good memory my friend...

It sure had Pendragon whining.

🙂

[W.Dockery]

Post by Zod

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Post by Zod

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Post 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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
-------------------------------------------------

From the 1998 Archives.

A rare classic...

I remember the day I wrote this poem, Summer 1998, June, I think.
Upstairs at the CVCC library in Phenix City.

Good memory my friend...

Good times, in hindsight.

[W-Dockery]

Post by Zod

Post by W-Dockery

Post by Zod

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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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
-------------------------------------------------

From the 1998 Archives.

A rare classic...

I remember the day I wrote this poem, Summer 1998, June, I think.
Upstairs at the CVCC library in Phenix City.

Good memory my friend...

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

[W.Dockery]

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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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
-------------------------------------------------

From the 1998 Archives.

A rare classic...

I remember the day I wrote this poem, Summer 1998, June, I think.
Upstairs at the CVCC library in Phenix City.

Good memory my friend...

Thanks again for reading and commenting, Zod.

[W.Dockery @news.novabbs.com (W.Dockery )]

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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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
-------------------------------------------------

From the 1998 Archives.

A rare classic...

I remember the day I wrote this poem, Summer 1998, June, I think.
Upstairs at the CVCC library in Phenix City.

Good memory my friend...

Thanks again, are you heading to Florida this weekend?

[Zod]

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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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
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....!

[W-Dockery]

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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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
-------------------------------------------------
From the 1998 Archives.

A rare classic...

Thanks again for the nod, General Zod.
🙂

Good day to you....!

Good evening, my friend.

[W.Dockery @news.novabbs.com (W.Dockery)]

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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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
-------------------------------------------------
From the 1998 Archives.

A rare classic...

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

[W.Dockery @news.novabbs.com (W.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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
-------------------------------------------------
From the 1998 Archives.

A rare classic...

Good evening again and thanks for the nod.

[General-Zod]

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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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
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...!

[W.Dockery]

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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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
-------------------------------------------------
From the 1998 Archives.

A rare classic...

Thanks again for the nod, General Zod.

Hello and good day to you...!

Good afternoon, my friend.

[W.Dockery @news.novabbs.com (W.Dockery)]

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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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
-------------------------------------------------
From the 1998 Archives.

Hello and good day to you...!

Good evening Zod, thanks again for the nod.

🙂

[W.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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
-------------------------------------------------
From the 1998 Archives.

classic...

Good evening, thanks for the nod.

[General-Zod]

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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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
-------------------------------------------------
From the 1998 Archives.

A rare classic...

Thanks again for the nod, General Zod.
🙂

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

[W.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,
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From the 1998 Archives.

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

Good evening, appreciate it.

[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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
-------------------------------------------------
From the 1998 Archives.

A rare classic...

Thanks again for the nod, General Zod.

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

Good morning my friend, keep that campfire blazing.

🙂

[Will Dockery]

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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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
-------------------------------------------------
From the 1998 Archives.

A rare classic...

Thanks again for the nod, General Zod.

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

Good morning my friend, keep that campfire blazing.

🙂

[General-Zod]

Post by Will Dockery
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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
-------------------------------------------------

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

[W.Dockery @news.novabbs.com (W.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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
-------------------------------------------------

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

Good evening, thanks again.

[General-Zod]

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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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
-------------------------------------------------
From the 1998 Archives.

A rare classic...

Thanks again for the nod, General Zod.

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

[W.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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
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.

[General-Zod]

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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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
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...

[W.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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
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...

This one takes place in Summer 1997, based on true events.

[General-Zod]

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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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
-------------------------------------------------
From the 1998 Archives.

A rare classic...

Thanks again for the nod, General Zod.
🙂

Another FAVE

[W.Dockery]

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Post by Will Dockery
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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
-------------------------------------------------
From the 1998 Archives.

A rare classic...

Thanks again for reading and commenting, Zod.

[General-Zod]

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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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
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....

[W-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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Click on "Power Search" in the middle of the screen. Next,
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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....

Good evening, my friend.

[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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
-------------------------------------------------
From the 1998 Archives.

A rare classic...

Thanks again for the nod.

🙂

[Zod]

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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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
-------------------------------------------------
From the 1998 Archives.

Oh my goodness, I remember that hot little Spanish chick... !!

[W.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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
-------------------------------------------------
From the 1998 Archives.

Oh my goodness, I remember that hot little Spanish chick... !!

Yes, I haven't seen Toni in many years, maybe as far back as 2001 or 2002... she may have gone back to California to be with her family.

[Zod]

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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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
-------------------------------------------------
From the 1998 Archives.

Oh my goodness, I remember that hot little Spanish chick... !!

Yes, I haven't seen Toni in many years, maybe as far back as 2001 or 2002... she may have gone back to California to be with her family.

Interesting young lady she was indeed....

[Zod]

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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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
-------------------------------------------------
From the 1998 Archives.

Oh my goodness, I remember that hot little Spanish chick... !!

Yes, I haven't seen Toni in many years, maybe as far back as 2001 or 2002... she may have gone back to California to be with her family.

Perhaps, and hopefully...

[Zod]

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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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
-------------------------------------------------
From the 1998 Archives.

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

[W.Dockery]

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Post 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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
-------------------------------------------------
From the 1998 Archives.

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

Again, thanks.

[Zod]

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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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
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...

[Will Dockery]

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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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
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...

This one has more substance.

[W.Dockery]

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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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
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.

:)

[General-Zod]

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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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
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.

[W.Dockery]

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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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
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.

😃

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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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
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...?

[General-Zod]

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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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
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...

[W.Dockery]

Post by Will Dockery
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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
-------------------------------------------------

From the 1998 Archives, comments and critique welcome, as usual.

HTH and HAND.

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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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
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.....

[W.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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
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.....

Thanks again for the nod, General Zod.

🙂

[W-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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
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.....

Good evening and thanks again for the nod.

[W.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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
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.....

It has indeed stood the test of time.

[W.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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
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.....

Good morning, thanks again.

[W.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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
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.....

Thanks again, my friend.

🙂

[W-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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
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.....

Good evening, thanks again.

[General-Zod]

Post by Will Dockery
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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
-------------------------------------------------
From the 1998 Archives.

Hi..... once again one of your very best poems....!

[W-Dockery]

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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.
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Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
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From the 1998 Archives.

Hi..... once again one of your very best poems....!

Good morning, and thanks again for the nod, Zod.

🙂

[W-Dockery]

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Post by Will Dockery
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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
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From the 1998 Archives.

Hi..... once again one of your very best poems....!

Thanks again and happy holidays to you and Mike.

:)

[W-Dockery]

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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
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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
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From the 1998 Archives.

Hi..... once again one of your very best poems....!

Good evening, Zod, and happy new year

🙂

[Faraway Star]

Post by Will Dockery
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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
-------------------------------------------------
From the 1998 Archives.

Outstanding work of old school poetics...!

[W.Dockery]

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Post by Will Dockery
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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
-------------------------------------------------
From the 1998 Archives.

Outstanding work of old school poetics...!

Thanks again my friend.

🙂

[General-Zod]

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Post by Will Dockery
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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
-------------------------------------------------
From the 1998 Archives.

Outstanding work of old school poetics...!

Thanks again my friend.
🙂

Good evening

Yo

[W.Dockery]

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Post by Will Dockery
Tuesday with Little Spain / a poem by Will Dockery
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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,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
Tuesday with Little Spain is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery
---------------------

From the 1998 Archives.

Good evening
Yo

Good morning, thanks again for the nod.

😃