Dell’s Place

 

 

taste the blue jeans

laced with rawhide

hawklike shot glasses

buddy? Hastening,

gyrating band on trial

 

Circular ghosts

bouffant hairdos on white

Jackie

Toni

Shirley

greased back

mix it

 

Hey Fella!

He gotta dollar

Weasel clapped

Assorted puddles goin’ round

your girl

Put another species down

She picked beer-soaked

Loretta trash

 

real peach

real beautiful darlin’

pitcher like a bulge

prize fightin’ buck

 

Luscious banged

a buck fawty

professional to the top

GOD

like a rooster saying goodbye

 

Perky Jackie!

perky. wonnerful job

 

troupe write it

schoo’teachers

band

You’ve Never Been This Far Before

a wicker basket

a fine book

 

one handle in the Lot

flannel open

to the teeth

easy smile talent

 

Make it Air Dance

hope you like it

 

hangover salt grimace

cock flick here

 

goldfish bowl consciousness there

geographical freak

 

a cynic, a pump short hell

a boo stomach

Meetcha teachin’ in the dimness

 

pity the dissolution

armpit vibration

sack it

flip it

smart son o whore

undressed

 

here’s

to you

 

 

 

Author's note: This is a found poem. Text is taken from King, Stephen. Salem’s Lot. New York: Random House, 1975. Print. pages: 183-198.

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