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

---
Video recording of "Red Lipped Stranger":
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qBhcN1WK144&t=16s

Will Dockery wrote:
>
> 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
>
> ---
> Video recording of "Red Lipped Stranger":
> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qBhcN1WK144&t=16s

Quite lovely yet with a stately power....

Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> 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
>>
>> ---
>> Video recording of "Red Lipped Stranger":
>> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qBhcN1WK144&t=16s

> Quite lovely yet with a stately power....

Thanks again for reading and commenting, Zod.

😐

Will Dockery wrote:
>
> 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

> ---
> Video recording of "Red Lipped Stranger":
> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qBhcN1WK144&t=16s

On second reading, quite powerful....

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> 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

>> ---
>> Video recording of "Red Lipped Stranger":
>> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qBhcN1WK144&t=16s

> On second reading, quite powerful....

Good afternoon, thanks again for the nod, Zod.

;)

Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> 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
>>
>> ---
>> Video recording of "Red Lipped Stranger":
>> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qBhcN1WK144&t=16s

> Quite lovely yet with a stately power....

Good morning Zod, thanks again for reading and commenting.

🙂

Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> 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
>>
>> ---
>> Video recording of "Red Lipped Stranger":
>> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qBhcN1WK144&t=16s

> Quite lovely yet with a stately power....

Thanks again for reading and commenting, my friend.

:)

Will Dockery wrote:
>
> 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
>
> ---
> Video recording of "Red Lipped Stranger":
> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qBhcN1WK144&t=16s

Another good listen to another good fave...

Faraway Star wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> 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
>>
>> ---
>> Video recording of "Red Lipped Stranger":
>> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qBhcN1WK144&t=16s

> Another good listen to another good fave...

Good evening, thanks again for the nod.

🙂

Will Dockery wrote:
> Zod wrote:
> > Will Dockery wrote:
>
> >> 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
> >>
> >> ---
> >> Video recording of "Red Lipped Stranger":
> >> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qBhcN1WK144&t=16s
> > Quite lovely yet with a stately power....
> Thanks again for reading and commenting, Zod.

Groovy tune, having a new listen in this cool afternoon breeze...

Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> 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
>>
>> ---
>> Video recording of "Red Lipped Stranger":
>> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qBhcN1WK144&t=16s

> Quite lovely

Thanks again for the nod.

🙂.

W-Dockery wrote:

> 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

> ---
> Video recording of "Red Lipped Stranger":
> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qBhcN1WK144&t=16s

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:

>> 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

>> ---
>> Video recording of "Red Lipped Stranger":
>> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qBhcN1WK144&t=16s

> Cool

Hello there my friend.

Will Dockery wrote:

> General-Zod wrote:

>> Will Dockery wrote:
>
>>> 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

>>> ---
>>> Video recording of "Red Lipped Stranger":
>>> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qBhcN1WK144&t=16s

>> Cool

> Hello there my friend.

Yo...!

Sun is bright..!

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:

>> General-Zod wrote:

>>> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>>>> 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

>>>> ---
>>>> Video recording of "Red Lipped Stranger":
>>>> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qBhcN1WK144&t=16s

>>> Cool

>> Hello there my friend.

> Yo...!

> Sun is bright..!

Good evening my friend, indeed.

🙂

Will Dockery wrote:

> General-Zod wrote:

>> Will Dockery wrote:
>
>>>>> 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

>>>>> ---
>>>>> Video recording of "Red Lipped Stranger":
>>>>> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qBhcN1WK144&t=16s

>>>> Cool

>>> Hello there my friend.

>> Yo...!

>> Sun is bright..!

> Good evening my friend, indeed.

> 🙂

Yo

Good day to you

May God bless