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   From: shadowville@knology.net   
      
   "Orson Wells as CitizenCain" wrote:   
   >   
   > Dumbass.   
      
   Your admission (as proven by Stuart, yesterday) is noted, Dink.   
      
   >> 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 & other stories" by Will Dockery:   
   http://www.myspace.com/willdockery   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)