Dixie never felt so fine, in the calm air of a sun burnt morning
she had, windswept hair, and piercing eyes
her hips wagged in lagging gait
and she thought to smile, once in a while
to the tempo of my ford festiva
as it, when it likes to, chugs down the highway
100 miles per hour, wind singing past the rear view
i never felt Dixie was so fine
until i saw her in the back seat of my car
eyes closed, mouth pursed in agitated longing
hands pressed to her bosom, breathing heavily
as Art plowed her all the way to France and back
he didn't have windswept hair, but eyes that bulged
and a tongue the length of pointer finger
and he'd take her, 100 miles per hour,
down the highway in my ford festiva
and fine, maybe that's how Dixie liked it
the singer to the karaoke in my car
she liked to hum and to buck her hips
in mock agitation to the songs that thrummed
on the crap radio, that I'd blare
blocking out the cranking of the gears
i never knew how to drive, what gear, gears?
Dixie never felt so fine, as when she was in the passenger seat
driving a 100 miles per hour in my car
with her hands between my thighs
strumming away and knowingly pushing my buttons
she'd always had a hand in things
always had control, my Dixie with the red red lips
she'd glow when I'd have to pull over
and give in to her dutiful and always happy ministrations
she'd laugh, when I'd almost run people off the road
because her hands would never cease to amaze me
she'd fondle and caress and when I'd go faster
she'd lean closer for a lick,
and it was always then, that 100 miles per hour
in my pretty ford festiva felt like nothing
it didn't even matter, when I'd hear sirens
and catch a glimpse of the cops in my rear view
cuz even then, Dixie never felt so fine.
Nyx...
Author notes
midnight musings at 1130.
Written August 5th, 2004
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I agree with Windhover 3, cars, sex, women, oh, um where was I ? Great poem, as usual, geeeeeez, you too good!
I do have to say, being bi, I love you back ground, and your taste for females
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not only did i love the piece, i liked your reply to nam, although i crave constructive criticism and get only pointless insults or blind praise. anyway, you have me hooked on this girl, please write more of the precious drug.
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This is a great piece! I like the pace of it - it rolls down the highway. "Thrum" is a favorite word of mine and any poet who uses it is entitled to decide between MPH and miles per hour and use whatever tiny words he/she deems fit. Excellent poetry. I am new to the Dixie poems, but love what I have read!
Scott
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See that's what I need.....to find somebody who appreciates a little car fun but when I've ventured to do this Jonny says, not while I'm drivin Des but he's so damned irresistable when he's driving 100 miles per hour in his el camino. Problem comes when he pulls over. Suddenly he don't look that good anymore.
This was a fun read. Like the repetition of the 100 miles per hour in my pretty ford festiva, not to mention Art's 3 inch tongue.
Desiree
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Festivas, no definitely Festivae, are funny. I had a boyfriend who had one... me, I like adventures in a bigger car because I tend to like to stretch out, but whatever mixes your metaphor, as they say.
Thanks for the ride.
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lol that was good...nice flow...i'm laughing because i have a ford festiva lol and i hate it lol...so anyhow...yeah...interesting write
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hehe
i've only ever done things in stopped cars.
might be quite a turn on.
this was certainly an ineresting poem, it was bleakly sensual, flowed incredibly well and made me draw my breath in sharply.
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I was reading it, and I was like.......WHY describe "MY" PAST???!!......lol......just kidding.....you have written some hott stuff with decency, and I respect ya', man...nice job..... ~~~~~~~Stephanie~~~~~~~~
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different strokes for different folks Namby.
and why would i use mph? so people could say out each letter? that's lame.
im simple, therefore like simple words, so the one and two letter words, are good for me. besides, i dont want the piece to look like i assfucked the thesaurus. im quite literate, doesn't mean i have to show it all the time, does it?
as for my lines being choppy, as least they aren't riddled with commas
as for the initial sentence in that comment, it's quite frankly insulting. (but i get insulted easily..so it's probably not your fault)
N...
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I feel most applauded the background then the piece. Of course, I could be wrong
I felt, when reading it, that the lines, tho they should have been extended the way they were (not condensed), need, some of them, to be shortened just a tad.
The reason, and the only reason I feel, is the flow of the piece. The rhythm (tho mostly the same as the flow) keeps in tune (not musically) but the rhythm is a bit off.
I feel when you use 'miles per hour' that just having 'mph' is actually better and perhaps helps a bit.
And the one letter words and two letters words I feel need to as well be cut down slightly.
I like the 'erotic' feel to this (what else kind of piece is this?) it doesn't lay too much in fantasy but slightly or even wholelly in reality. Though, I feel fantasy does play a role.
Overall, it's a good piece, a bit of work, but, a good piece none-the-less.
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HA! we only have snow for about 3 months of the year up here in bc. depending on where you go. it doesn't snow all year round.
and BC is comparable to LA/California.
everything else sucks
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Don't have to be American to write a great American poem. You just need cars, sex, and music. Few American poets really accomplish it, I'm very happy you did.
ps- no offense to... uhm... what's that big Minnesota-like country up there... ummm Can... Canada. That's right. Hey, I just realized you folks probably have highways and sex too (what else can you do with all that snow). My apologies to all things Canuck, but still, it's a great american poem.
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heh it's a good thing im not american
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sex? check. cars and highways? check. References to radio? check. Girl named Dixie? check. It's officially a great American poem. I used to have a 4 cylinder Mercury Zephyr station wagon that I took up to 110. Don't think I would have risked this under those conditions, but as you point out, that's what pulling over is for.
Brian -
loved the background, both on the site and in the poem... the clarity and realism of this was refreshing for someone (like me) who spends much time in dark tunnels hunting secrets in the dim light... FUN.... r.
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All you need is someone to set it to music and it will be hitting nr1in the charts in no time flat
Reenie
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Jongilicious!
Sing a song of a dong! Bong, Bong! -
Damn!!! This is hot. I can certainly see why this has been given high praises already. It's way too late to be having such steamy thoughts. Great job! Thanks for sharing the joy!
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Explosive! high octane
Dear Jealous, How could you imagine that you, YOU! are amongst the serried ranks of those exiled to my personal lethe'd oblivion?
See? the very idea refuses to scan.
I'm still here, despite my constant protests.
Meanwhile, you are not just whistling dixie here are you?
More like she is whistling you.
Splendid. What are you doing? distilling your own stuff to increase potency? more!
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Mmmkay...I told you when you showed me this on AIM that I fucking loved it. It does have a song-like quality to it, this rolling, grinding melody, slow but with a lot of power in it. I am actually humming it.
This is really a fine piece of work and ya know...I am thinking this would make one helluva story. Yump. Get to writing. -
Excellent
This is cool almost song like...Contempory ..and makes you think..well written..dream sequence material...Liked
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