
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.