Little Victoria stepped on a bumblebee. near the sawmill millhouse. Cousin Maxwell saw it while sitting in a tree, on the hill across from Uncle Grouse.
Near the house of Bullethead & Shorty... Always late, never home, they's a fighting, they'll get home the best they can. With some luck and a Southern wind. Shorty's chasing Bullethead with a frying pan of chicken bones. Jerked wire someone tried to call the cops on the telephone.
I recall a bit later, when she shook her peaches for me. Shady silver leaf maples, and a lonesome persimmon tree. Full moon and hay fever schoolhouse looking like a Sphinx. She's a sweetie, her hair's like a chestnut minx.
Everybody's watching television, or Miss Crenshaw's hipshake. She's a stroller in technicolor up and down a dirt avenue for goodness sake.
If you need a girl you can converse... She's a good listener and she ain't quite loud! But a looker in a crowd.
On a two stooler bike, somebody easing down the path. Near the house of Bullethead & Shorty... Working late at the mill again scoop the sugar with cabbage, wash it down with cold gin. Never sure when the morning starts or where it ends.
Sort of in the backyard of the old waterpump house. Near the canepatch, Miss Crenshaw's creeping like a mouse. She said some odd words, seen them spit right out her mouth.
Everybody's watching television, or Miss Crenshaw's hipshake. She's a stroller up and down a dirt avenue.
If you need a girl you can converse... She's a good listener and she ain't quite loud! But a looker in a crowd.
-Will Dockery
-- "Corning Town", new song (rough draft) by Will Dockery & Brian Mallard: http://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery
Will Dockery was born in La Grange, Georgia, in 1958. Inspired by the poetry of Poe and Rimbaud and the music of the Beatles and Bob Dylan, he began writing poetry and song lyrics in junior high, and has been producing poetry chapbooks and recording his songs since the 1980s. He is a well known performance poet, and a past recipient of Playgrounds magazine's Perky Award for poetry. He later wrote a column for Playgrounds for over a decade. He lives in Columbus, Georgia.
Miss Crenshaw
ReplyDeleteLittle Victoria
stepped on a bumblebee.
near the sawmill millhouse.
Cousin Maxwell
saw it while sitting in a tree,
on the hill across from Uncle Grouse.
Near the house of
Bullethead & Shorty...
Always late, never home,
they's a fighting,
they'll get home the best they can.
With some luck and
a Southern wind.
Shorty's chasing Bullethead
with a frying pan
of chicken bones.
Jerked wire
someone tried to call the cops
on the telephone.
I recall a bit later,
when she shook her peaches for me.
Shady silver leaf maples,
and a lonesome persimmon tree.
Full moon and hay fever
schoolhouse looking like a Sphinx.
She's a sweetie,
her hair's like a chestnut minx.
Everybody's watching television,
or Miss Crenshaw's hipshake.
She's a stroller in technicolor
up and down a dirt avenue
for goodness sake.
If you need a girl
you can converse...
She's a good listener
and she ain't quite loud!
But a looker in a crowd.
On a two stooler bike,
somebody easing down the path.
Near the house of
Bullethead & Shorty...
Working late at the mill again
scoop the sugar with cabbage,
wash it down with cold gin.
Never sure when the morning starts
or where it ends.
Sort of in the backyard
of the old waterpump house.
Near the canepatch,
Miss Crenshaw's creeping like a mouse.
She said some odd words,
seen them spit right out her mouth.
Everybody's watching television,
or Miss Crenshaw's hipshake.
She's a stroller
up and down a dirt avenue.
If you need a girl
you can converse...
She's a good listener
and she ain't quite loud!
But a looker in a crowd.
-Will Dockery
--
"Corning Town", new song (rough draft) by Will Dockery & Brian Mallard:
http://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery