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Race Car Rocket
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StarGoat New Member
since 2000-12-24
Posts 6Kansas |
Race Car Rocket Burning tongues of sun peeled back the green paint Where the old El Dorado leaned drunken in oily taint. Windows blossomed with shatter holes vacant eyes. Resting rusting steel wheels through the weeds cries. This shelter place had a steering wheel he could hold. Lean back between probing springs and dare to be bold. He would turn the radio knob past kitchen yells at home. Just to drive past the house and keep on the run roam. He could smell the vinyl seats like a rocket car adventure. The cockpit invulnerable to the biting leather arcs too sure. This was a new world, every day in fresh visored sunlight. No Ma screams about the brother dead, gone from sight. He pressed the long blue bruises and thought of rocketships, The green fins roaring power into space, a sigh on his lips. Colorful planets of people to welcome him for who he was. Not hold him down in the dark shack with anger like lust. Just driving down a cool, silent highway, past different places. Stopping to eat peanut butter sandwiches and smile at faces. The bruises were bullet grazes from evil robbers he had shot. Then the hero's welcome in a small town just when...stop. He could hear it like the coyote's call wavering in the wind. His name piling up in screaming like a cannon's shot end. He wormed out of the sudden wreck and put on home face. He pulled dragging tracks though long grass to leave a trace. © 2000 DPMcClellan StarGoat Perhaps a thousand words, perhaps one life |
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EagleScorpion Senior Member
since 2000-03-08
Posts 1644Here, Now, Forever |
He had a brother? The whole time I was reading this, I was (for some odd reason) thinking of a car driving on a highway in outer space....I guess I'm just a strange person.. |
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EagleScorpion Senior Member
since 2000-03-08
Posts 1644Here, Now, Forever |
I want to see more of your work. |
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inot2B Member Elite
since 2000-09-18
Posts 2205Arkansas |
Welcome, I enjoyed this very much. To be young and have that special place to go to and have dreams that no one can take away. Then we grow up but deep in us is that place to go back to when life gets to much. |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
I thought this very interesting, and you have many terrific images, I read this twice, yet I am still not sure what it is about exactly, but I know that I love it. Welcome to passions, please check your email for a specail greeting  Maree "If my words could blanket the skies and fill every corner and crevice of this earth, still this wouldn't be enough" "Maree Russo" |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Welcome to Passions! Whenever I read something like this I realize once again that reality seldom bears the possibilities of imagination.. Wonderful write!...ethome |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
Wow Star Goat, talk about welcome to the canyons of your mind. This is soo deep and a little treacherous. Welocme to passions I hope you stay awhile. Be well Kethry Religion is for people frightened about going to hell - Spirituality is for people who have been there. Anon. |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
this is excellent. . . welcome to Passions. . . hope to see more of your work. . . ---------------------------------------------------- That which gives light must endure burning --Victor Frankl |
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