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Stingrays and Hellfire

Iron heart beating life into my soul
High octane fantasies racing in my mind
Landscapes blurring by my glass cocoon
Glorious speed cleansing my leaden heart

My fingers caress the beast’s wheel
Man made thunder pounding my ears
Big block fury setting the night aflame
Sweet acceleration pressing me closer to her

Gleaming side-pipes reflecting milky moonlight
The she-beast’s eyelids rise to reveal orbs of Hellfire
Illuminating an endless highway to be devoured
Asphalt serpent consumed with ravenous abandon

Wind rushes by in a rhythmic hypnotic drone
My Stingray snaking a chaotic path to nowhere
Chasing a Heavenly star never to be overtaken
“It’s not the destination, it’s the trip” escapes my lips

Passing highway giants and stainless steel stallions
Rubber clawing a tenuous grip on raven hardtop
Forever surging ahead to just claim another victory
Man and machine melding into combustive covenant

Dawn chases the night to endless horizon
Low on Holy Gasoline my brow grows heavy
Downshifting, the beast growls angry disapproval
“Never fear, my love, another twilight awaits “

Author notes

I don't advocate highway mayhem, I just personally enjoy it. Thanks in advance for all comments. "Happiness is to wrap your a* in fiberglass"
Written March 14th, 2004

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  • AngelEyes323
    March 18, 2004
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    congratulations

    Congratulations on "earning" silver.

    ~Kathy


  • leannewales
    March 18, 2004
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    this was great...had a kind of "christine" feel about it...your imagery is brilliant..i felt drawn in to the poem...nicely done...thanks for entering...hugs..leanne xxx


  • Lyra
    March 15, 2004
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    Heh, kind of obsessive about our car are we? But you write what you know... I'd love to praise you on individual parts of your poem but I know nothing of cars so wouldn't be good at the advice.
    And you're both wrong! its not fiberglass or saran wrap, its duct tape.

  • AngelEyes323
    March 15, 2004
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    excellent

    I thought happiness was to wrap yourself in saran wrap, but who am I to say The effort you put into this piece clearly shows. Your word choice is stellar. I got a sense of energetic emotion combined with a serene ethereal atmosphere. Couldn't get any better than that. An exceptionally well-expressed piece. Good luck in the contest. This is a winner in my book

    ~Kathy
    Edited on Mar 16, 8:39 p.m. because ''.