Wild Goose Poetry Review

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Pris Campbell, Strut

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Pris Campbell
STRUT

She checks that her pasties
are still stuck in place,
struts onto the dirty stage.
The guy with the pimples,
second table front,
looks as nervous as she feels
behind her revlon red pout,
but she’s gotta make money–
the kid screams all day.

She has a nice ass,
legs like a willow,
uses her fan to hide
what she’s lacking up top.

His friends push Mr. Pimples
up front with a fiver,
shuffle ,laughing, back
to their seats.

His eyes resemble the eyes
of a boy she once loved
before these long nights
at the bar.

Lost in her dream of better days
she leans over to kiss him,
show his friends he’s no loser, but
turns abruptly when the dj
spins the next tune.

Author’s Comment: When I was in my twenties and working as a Clinical Psychologist in Rhode Island, a couple of my male colleagues decided that I needed to ‘experience’ a strip joint. I was game, having never been in one of these places so popular with some men, judging by the number of cars parked outside. I was struck first by the stench of booze and the number of men sitting alone around the strip area. Next, I noticed the strippers’ eyes. Lifeless. Remote. Wherever they were, it wasn’t there. They could’ve been robots with breasts. their movements were so mechanical. That visit fermented inside me and helped birth this poem.

BIO: The poems of Pris Campbell have been published in numerous journals. The most recent include PoetsArtists, The Dead Mule, Outlaw Poetry Network, Rusty Truck and Wild Goose Review. She has had six poetry collections published by the small press and a second collaboration with Scott Owens is due out from Emory University Press in the late fall. Nominated three times for a Pushcart Prize she also was recently contacted by Pearson Publishing for permission to include one of her poems in their next textbook alongside Margaret Atwood, a real honor. A former Clinical Psychologist, she has been sidelined by ME/CFS since 1990 and makes her home in the greater West Palm Beach, Florida.

Written by wildgoosepoetryreview

August 14, 2012 at 11:06 am

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5 Responses

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  1. legs like willows is just brilliant :) Love hearing the back story here because it isn’t the back story I would have expected.

    jessiecarty

    August 14, 2012 at 5:44 pm

    • Thanks, Jessie. If you see this, I would be interested in what back story you expected. Sheer curiosity:-)

      Pris Campbell

      August 14, 2012 at 11:52 pm

  2. I just loved this one. I can picture her ‘lost in the dream of better days’ then turning away at the sound of the next tune. Really great.

    Barbara Gabriel

    August 15, 2012 at 2:12 am

  3. I love, LOVE the ending! What a nice way to end a fantastic poem. Thank you, Pris.

    Curtis Dunlap

    August 15, 2012 at 2:09 pm


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