'Dixie's just a figment of my imagination that i thought up one day, i just liked the name Dixie and it fit into what i was writing, and it's just been an ongoing write ever since.
she's a little bit of a bunch of people i know, all rolled up into one.
Judas Denied made pretty much ALL of the Backgrounds for these
Dixie poems, if you want to use them, go ahead, but GIVE HER CREDIT...she'll beat you.
Yah... I love my Judas.
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Dixie with the red red lips.
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Dixie likes to ride, festooned, in the black of my el Camino
as we sashé (if cars can so do) down the highway to never-land -
she's a mean girl through and through
my Dixie -
Dixie tears across my soul
in rip roarin speeds fit for rockets -
Dixie dreams of blue men in tights
she likes to hold the bottomless bottle too tight -
the turgid romance that i began in her name
congeals, within the palms of my hands as i watch -
i think maybe my Dixie likes me
in those pallid afternoons when we sip margaritas -
she walks in high heeled leather boots
my Dixie with the long tanned legs -
and i awake, thighs quivering with cold
and a nuzzle, a nuzzle between my legs -
Dixie likes to wade into the water
hips that lull the waves to sleep -
she is for me a regrettable passion
my Dixie is, she is, and i swear -
Dixie dances in a whirlwind haze
of a magnitude that i cannot fathom -
my Dixie sings, and sings, and i, i watch
and muse evil things, of things like touching -
I cannot help but stand idly by
while my Dixie, my Dixie trembles -
Dixie slithers against me
her hips grinding firmly between my thighs -
\It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have
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my Dixie lingers, and lingers low
there is a salt on her saccharine lips -
Dixie never tries to take away my pain
but gives, and gives, and never will relent -
Dixie grinds herself against the fragments of my imagination
and she, she lures me, with turquoise eyes, that sparkle -
Dixie covers ground easily
with long legs that eat the world mile by mile -
Dixie wears her heart on her sleeve
when she wears sleeves, which, in Dixie's case -
Dixie trembles at a word
that spells, with fundamental ease -
Dixie is a regret that i really wish i didn't have
and i know, that Dixie will, like Dixie always does- -
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Dixie is a bed's whore that will not
close itself, ever -
Dixie is a reflection in a mirror
i should have shattered long ago -
Dixie is a vehement revelation
one where i desperately wish i could avoid -
i am no more real than she
and we are - together - a very strange work of fiction -
Dixie figures things
and she makes them tick -
Dixie with the red red lips.
-
Dixie likes to ride, festooned, in the black of my el Camino
as we sashé (if cars can so do) down the highway to never-land -
she's a mean girl through and through
my Dixie -
Dixie tears across my soul
in rip roarin speeds fit for rockets -
Dixie dreams of blue men in tights
she likes to hold the bottomless bottle too tight -
the turgid romance that i began in her name
congeals, within the palms of my hands as i watch -
i think maybe my Dixie likes me
in those pallid afternoons when we sip margaritas -
she walks in high heeled leather boots
my Dixie with the long tanned legs -
and i awake, thighs quivering with cold
and a nuzzle, a nuzzle between my legs -
Dixie likes to wade into the water
hips that lull the waves to sleep -
she is for me a regrettable passion
my Dixie is, she is, and i swear -
Dixie dances in a whirlwind haze
of a magnitude that i cannot fathom -
my Dixie sings, and sings, and i, i watch
and muse evil things, of things like touching -
I cannot help but stand idly by
while my Dixie, my Dixie trembles -
Dixie slithers against me
her hips grinding firmly between my thighs -
\It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have
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my Dixie lingers, and lingers low
there is a salt on her saccharine lips -
Dixie never tries to take away my pain
but gives, and gives, and never will relent -
Dixie grinds herself against the fragments of my imagination
and she, she lures me, with turquoise eyes, that sparkle -
Dixie covers ground easily
with long legs that eat the world mile by mile -
Dixie wears her heart on her sleeve
when she wears sleeves, which, in Dixie's case -
Dixie trembles at a word
that spells, with fundamental ease -
Dixie is a regret that i really wish i didn't have
and i know, that Dixie will, like Dixie always does- -
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Dixie is a bed's whore that will not
close itself, ever -
Dixie is a reflection in a mirror
i should have shattered long ago -
Dixie is a vehement revelation
one where i desperately wish i could avoid -
i am no more real than she
and we are - together - a very strange work of fiction -
Dixie figures things
and she makes them tick -
there is nothing left of Dixie here
in this place31 lines, 7 comments, on Nov 6 8:44 PM 2007 -
Dixie leaves me with this feeling
with this heavy, solid fortitude35 lines, 8 comments, on Jul 5 1:47 PM 2006. In Other -
Dixie flashes minute in the starlight
and she, she evades capture from this38 lines, 5 comments, on Feb 2 8:27 PM 2007. In Other -
Dixie dances with augmenting grace,
she floats with avid ease32 lines, 6 comments, on Feb 22 5:37 PM 2007 -
dixie raises within me a loathing a frothing anger that boils over22 lines, on Aug 24 5:23 PM 2007
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