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Article #60732Re: Tuesday With Little Spain. by Will Dockery
From: yyyiii...@yahoo.
Date: Sun, 16 Nov 2003 13:18
Date: Sun, 16 Nov 2003 13:18
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dock...@yahoo.com (Will Dockery) wrote in message news:<bdb44a4f.0311...@posting.google.com>... > "Chandra P. Das" <vze1...@verizon.net> wrote > > > >>>>>Keep your attention fixed upon those chunks of illiteracy you call > > >>>>>'poems,' pizzakook. Aren't you getting spanked enough as it is? You have > > >>>>>an enormous appetite for public humiliation, don't you? I've been > > >>>>>leaving you alone purely out of pity, you worthless fuckhead! Be happy > > >>>>>and go celebrate it with a 24oz can of Bud Ice. > > I have one can saved for later, but Sunday mornings are best with a > cup of coffe, a joint and a blow job. > Will > will go ahead collect those lost bits for this week. i'll be your cover. ying > Tuesday With Little Spain. > > 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 take 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 on her steps, 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 and shades, > your, disctinctive, 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. > > -Will Dockery (c)2003 > > http://www.amber-kaye.com/forum/viewthread.php?action=attachment&tid9&pidx1
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