• Re: Red-Lipped Stranger by Will Dockery & The Shadowville All-Stars

    From Will Dockery@user3274@newsgrouper.org.invalid to alt.arts.poetry.comments,rec.arts.poems,rec.music.makers,rec.music.makers.songwriting,alt.poetry on Mon Jun 8 15:25:06 2026
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    the messenjah <theguyonthebike@veryfast.biz> posted:

    On Oct 2, 5:08-aam, Will Dockery <will.dock...@gmail.com> wrote:

    Red-Lipped Stranger by Will Dockery & The Shadowville All-Stars /
    Written by Will Dockery, Brian Mallard & Henry Conley / Vocals - Will Dockery / Vocals - Gini Woolfolk / Guitar - Brian Mallard / Art - Gary Frankfurth / Produced by Robbie Wright -- 2009

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

    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

    Finally. Someone posts some good work. Keep rockin' Will.

    http://skywriter.diaryland.com/090930_75.html

    I checked to see if this link still works,vans got this response:

    "Diaryland
    skywriter's diary is archived
    The entries are still here. Diaryland has kept them safe.

    This diary went quiet a long time ago, and at some point its writing was moved into long-term storage. Nothing was deleted. The words are waiting to be read again.

    Bringing them back into the live diary takes a little work on our end, so we ask for a small one-time fee to cover it rCo and to help keep Diaryland running for the next 26 years.

    Restore this diary
    Diaryland home..."

    This would no doubt be a fascinating archive to restore.
    --
    Poetry and songs of Will Dockery:
    https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery
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