Open Poetry #26 |
Smooth as Silk.....White Lightnin' |
Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Around the bend of Dead Man’s Curve a car of black did speed. As rocks did roll and cause a swerve white lightnin’ brought the greed. Ten bottles filled up to the rim, the prize of mountain men. With odds of jail more than just slim a few did haul the sin. For many fought and died upon the slopes of green and gold. Haulin’ whiskey, relying on their courage ever bold. He was... Just a boy when his Daddy died below that curve of death. The shine exploded and he fried as screams brought a last breath. A thirty-two hard top black coupe with dual exhaust and trim. A cargo of white lightnin’ soup from bottom to the brim. The motor hummed, quietly purred as a golden sun fell. While old dogs barked, the mountain stirred for time was nigh to tell. A driver walked and sat within that throbbin thirty-two. His only thought to boldly win for this was all he knew. And as the tires did loudly scream beneath a heavy load. A mountain boy did ride his dream down that dark thunder road. [This message has been edited by Magnus (06-03-2003 09:08 PM).] |
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SEA
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
you told the story very well I like the flow of it as well as the story, it bounces |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Hey, kool, my man...dated a girl up in Mississippi, many years ago, and it seemed like all her kinfolk had stills up in the hills, and half of them were cops! Go Figure! Reading this brought back visions of Robert Mitchum and "Thunder Road"... Thanks for the write and the read...enjoyed mucho... jwesley [This message has been edited by jwesley (06-03-2003 09:20 PM).] |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
When I visited Tennessee many many years ago, I wondered where they hid the stills...because you could hear the thunder down the mountain of the screaming cars hell bent for leather... Ah Magnus...a new time for you to recapture, and bring back to us, just as you do. Thank you! |
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