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   From: shadowville@knology.net   
      
   "Orson Wells as CitizenCain" wrote:   
   > "Will Dockery" wrote:   
   >   
   >> I've been getting a good response to this one, so far... one of my   
   >> personal favorites, as well, really.   
   >   
   > So it cost you more than a couple of stiff whiskeys then.   
      
   I can spare them, I usually say "Drink one for me!"   
      
   Red Lipped Stranger   
   >   
   > Her creep crawls   
   > the narrow stairway   
   > of the Candle Light 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   
      
   --   
   Red Lipped Stranger by Will Dockery & The Shadowville All-Stars:   
   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qBhcN1WK144   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)