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Re: Red-Lipped Stranger / Will Dockery (March 2011)

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From: "Rex Warren Jr."
Date: Fri, 02 Aug 2019 14:06
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On Monday, July 29, 2019 at 11:27:16 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
>
> > > > Playgrounds Magazine / March 2011 issue:
> >
> > https://issuu.com/willdockery/docs/032011playgroundsall/12
> >
> > > > "Red-Lipped Stranger", a poem by Will Dockery, is on Page 12 of the March 2011 issue of Playgrounds Magazine.
> > >
> > > Piece of misogynistic
> >
> > How so?
> >
> > https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qBhcN1WK144&ts
> >
> > Red Lipped Stranger
> >
> > Her creep crawls
> > the narrow stairway
> > of the Candlelight Motel
> > to watch for her
> > from a window.
> >
> > Rethinking
> > his infatuation
> > but clinging
> > to his vision of her
> > as the red lipped stranger.
> >
> > Downstairs
> > the desk clerk's cat
> > slithers through
> > the service entrance.
> >
> > The vampirate
> > on a motorbike
> > passes below
> > to the westbound bridge
> > werewolf on her back.
> >
> > Jennifer at riverbend
> > watches gunboats
> > smacks her foot
> > on the bright red clay.
> >
> > Jennifer gives good lyric
> > she wrote this poem
> > she's no bum.
> >
> > But she's not there
> > on the other side
> > of the greenish wall.
> >
> > Through a three-inch-wall
> > he hears
> > bedsprings rattle
> > rustle of dry-hump,
> > some guy's mumbles.
> >
> > Hears the fat blonde waitress
> > whip it in bondage
> > the sounds
> > lull him to sleep.
> >
> > The hand of Uncle Sugar
> > still taking notes
> > as a new standard bearer
> > hands out trophies
> > to the winners.
> >
> > His trillion dollar gash
> > flakes from the bone
> > as gravity tears
> > a pound of dust.
> >
> > Clings to a picture book
> > the missing part of himself
> > as if perpetually
> > anchored
> > to his invisible erection.
> >
> > At Lucky Seven Lounge
> > she tries
> > not to reveal herself
> > but she stubbornly clutches
> > her empty shoes.
> >
> > Something
> > seems missing
> > in the broad daylight
> > when the details
> > are displayed.
> >
> > All that remains are
> > her flat black hat
> > her oversized lantern
> > her broken laptop.
> >
> > No poor boy on the street
> > can speak of her
> > or the island on the river.
> > Or about her return...
> > her resurrection.
> >
> > -Will Dockery

One of your best poems.....

One of the best poems by ANYBODY......

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qBhcN1WK144

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