"She Sleeps Tight" (An example of Dockery's writing for gg)

[Will Dockery]

Please provide an example of dockery's writing

Sure, here's a recent one for you, since you've been pretending to have me
Killfiled you may have missed:

She Sleeps Tight

Sleeps so tight
she has a marksman's eye.
Maker's mark
tattoo firewater spine.
Leather shoes
but nowhere to go.

Dice and coins
scattered in the snow.
Dice and coins
scattered in the snow.

Won't be long,
until I see her face.
She's waiting
in an undisclosed place.
I've been conspired
banned from my muse.

This won't stick
poor boy's all confused.
This won't stick
poor boy's all confused.

In Salem town
she keeps her chin so high.
Darkened breeze
she smiles as I roll by.
Step inside
she looks for tables left.

Wink at time
nothing lasts except yourself.
Wink at time
nothing lasts except yourself.

Like a Steamboat
she plans to roll on down.
To the Gulf
out of this dirty town.
Copper mesh
kept stuffed in a jar.

Sharp cold hit
turning wine to water.
Sharp cold hit
turning wine to water.

We know him
eye deed by his ship.
In a trap
a kind of goosechase trip.
Whiskey fumes
and stale gunsmoke.

Sunk and drowned
with all her knives and jokes.
Sunk and drowned
with all her knives and jokes.

Sleeps so tight
she has a marksman's eye.
Maker's mark
tattoo firewater spine.
Leather shoes
but nowhere to go.

-Will Dockery (words)
Brian Mallard (music)

©2009 by Dockery-Mallard

[Will Dockery]

trailer trash and head bobs?

Two of my favorite subjects, detailed in my "Truck Stop Woman"... as
obsessed as you are with me and my life, I /know/ you're familiar with that
one, Gary.

Headbobbing trailer trash figure into this one, as well, since you asked:

Corning Town

I'm out walking again,
ignoring the pain.
Living like a poor boy again,
streets and sheets of rain.

In the early twilight,
dewdrops on the glass.
Her lazy hazy sway,
through Midsummer past.

She's still there,
in her underwear.
But my mem'ry and I
can't make contact again.

Where ever you've been or
what you're doing while you're there.
I just can't concern myself,
or pretend I care.

Under a jinx,
black cloud of Charlie Brown.
Sometimes I'm up,
most times I'm back down.

Deep river monkey
anyway you look at it.
Just too concerned,
to let her go.

Looking through a mirror
somewhere in Shadowville.
Pocket full of quarters,
payphone is my thrill.

Knocking the Union,
seen serpents fall.
Out in the distance,
among the croaking frogs.

Deep river monkey,
across the divide.
This is the year,
we shall be blamed.

Fair thee well my butterfly,
I'm bound for Corning Town.
Let me watch your eyes smile,
for a minute or two.

That's not me,
I'm not on YouTube no more.
Some other Touchdown Jesus,
is breaking her heart.

Bon voyage, my Bluebird Girl,
I'll hit the road a while.
Up to Russell County,
with the little red fox.

Mist in the snow,
mist in the snow.
Missed her I know,
on these shaky streets.

I'm out walking again,
ignoring the pain.
Living like a poor boy,
streets and sheets of rain.

In the early twilight,
dewdrops on the glass.
Her lazy hazy sway,
through a sweet summer past.

Words: Will Dockery
Music: Brian Mallard

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"Corning Town" by Dockery-Mallard (the video):