Re: Tuesday with Little Spain / Will Dockery

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Tuesday with Little Spain  / a poem by Will Dockery

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From: Andrew Roller <roller...@earthlink.net>
Subject: Tuesday with Little Spain  by Will Dockery
Date: 1998/06/21
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                                       Tuesday with Little Spain
                                              by Will Dockery

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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A rare classic...

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I remember the day I wrote this poem, Summer 1998, June, I think.

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Upstairs at the CVCC library in Phenix City.

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Good memory my friend...