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Re: Tuesday With Little Spain. by Will Dockery

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From: yyyiii...@yahoo.
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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