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.