- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Midnight Speed
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Click hereStreet lanterns burn
just as we hit Bashaw,
lighting shop panes
and come back tomorrow signs.
Motor stirs the valley
and beyond. Grottoes sleeps
no more. We rev fence posts,
dry-blood barns.
Engine spooks the crescent
glow, sends it cowering
beneath creek beds.
copyright d. dixon
august 2008
- COMMENTS
KOLKOREalmost 15 years agoThe way riders love in America. ‘Taking a ride’ with the engine roaring decibels enough to wake both Angles of heaven and Angels of hell; the way some Harleys (which will never die) still can. Aging, dark 20th century crusaders believe in none of your business and none of the above; unless you count shaking mama nature out of her wits.
Bill Dadaalmost 15 years agoFelt like I was driving down a road covered with frogs in the early morning hours.
Sapphos Sisteralmost 15 years agoisn't it? I love the sense of the other worldliness of Night - that it is only you who inhabit that kingdom. Very effective!
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EroticOrogenyalmost 15 years agoI got confused a bit in places.
Don't know what a dried blood barn is.
I took grottoes to be caves within the valley, resonating with the roaring of the car. I see an implicit past between rev and fence posts.
annaswirlsalmost 15 years agodried blood barns, I have been in a few of these.
Grottoes sleeps
no more.
I did not get this, is Grottoes a person? If it is a plural of Grotto, then it needs to be Grottoes sleep no more.
you are a sexy cool poet.
