Re: Problems at Salisbury Fair / Will Dockery -c&c-

> Will Dockery wrote:
> Problems at Salisbury Fair
> 
> Playing a gambit
> but still playing it straight.
> Sent a fluffgirl downstairs
> shaking her pompador.
> Silver badged shadow boxing lady cop,
> she carries a gun.
> She sits at the piano with a song
> tight as a nun.
> Clicking her flashlight
> working old mimeograph.
> We face our reflections
> in the city of fishbowls.
> Smoking with a journalist
> over by the window.
> Drinking strange mead
> hesitates on delivery.
> Working underground
> flimflaming in the fog.
> Picking minds
> for breakfast couplets.
> Shakes her Dickinson hair
> Strolling by Salisbury Fair.
> 
> Crabbed picture reflects
> as she inspects herself.
> Winter is rugged
> on the frail apple-tree.
> Wrinkled man in a snow cap
> hip shaking
> through Spanish Moss.
> 
> She quietly turns and runs,
> from a silly basement bar.
> Too much fun, it was mostly a waste.
> Helped her stagger to her trailer
> after drinking beer and sniffing paste.
> Some of this and a lot of that
> she shakes her tits with tats.
> Grinning from the stage
> with her over sized dentures.
> Clicked her door to the night
> shutting out new adventures.
> Tight lipped little loser
> stapling his chapbooks.
> Shakes her Dickinson hair
> Strolling by Salisbury Fair.
> 
> Clicked his flashlight
> asked was it him or them.
> Saw the bloody handprint
> no flatlander expectations.
> One gone before she was born
> the other never born at all
> they only exist because
> she remembers them.
> 
> He's wound tight
> by she who intoxicates.
> The stone bag empty,
> Sampson follows the thunder.
> Press her hands back
> she's flat on her back again.
> Kiss the space
> her face is open wide.
> Stars sparkle bittersweet,
> dripping from
> these bearded lips.
> Boss burbled gobbledegook
> chewing treacled tobaco.
> He feeds on her mind like a vulture
> as she cries out jargon.
> Shakes her Dickinson hair
> Strolling by Salisbury Fair.
> 
> -Will Dockery
> 
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> Problems at Salisbury Fair / Will Dockery
> https://www.facebook.com/notes/will-dockery/problems-at-salisbury-fair-will-dockery/10151597259974802



Problems at Salisbury Fair

Playing a gambit
but still playing it straight.
Sent a fluffgirl downstairs
shaking her pompador.
Silver badged shadow boxing lady cop,
she carries a gun.
She sits at the piano with a song
tight as a nun.
Clicking her flashlight
working old mimeograph.
We face our reflections
in the city of fishbowls.
Smoking with a journalist
over by the window.
Drinking strange mead
hesitates on delivery.
Working underground
flimflaming in the fog.
Picking minds
for breakfast couplets.
Shakes her Dickinson hair
Strolling by Salisbury Fair.

Crabbed picture reflects
as she inspects herself.
Winter is rugged
on the frail apple-tree.
Wrinkled man in a snow cap
hip shaking
through Spanish Moss.

She quietly turns and runs,
from a silly basement bar.
Too much fun, it was mostly a waste.
Helped her stagger to her trailer
after drinking beer and sniffing paste.
Some of this and a lot of that
she shakes her tits with tats.
Grinning from the stage
with her over sized dentures.
Clicked her door to the night
shutting out new adventures.
Tight lipped little loser
stapling his chapbooks.
Shakes her Dickinson hair
Strolling by Salisbury Fair.

Clicked his flashlight
asked was it him or them.
Saw the bloody handprint
no flatlander expectations.
One gone before she was born
the other never born at all
they only exist because
she remembers them.

He's wound tight
by she who intoxicates.
The stone bag empty,
Sampson follows the thunder.
Press her hands back
she's flat on her back again.
Kiss the space
her face is open wide.
Stars sparkle bittersweet,
dripping from
these bearded lips.
Boss burbled gobbledegook
chewing treacled tobaco.
He feeds on her mind like a vulture
as she cries out jargon.
Shakes her Dickinson hair
Strolling by Salisbury Fair.

-Will Dockery

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Problems at Salisbury Fair / Will Dockery
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