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Article #604878Re: Red-Lipped Stranger / Will Dockery (March 2011)
From: "Rex Warren Jr."
Date: Fri, 02 Aug 2019 14:06
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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