Dixie likes to ride, festooned, in the black of my el Camino
as we sashé (if cars can do so) down the highway to never-land
she rocks, to heavy metal on the radio, that blares,
to where my ear drums feel like they're bleeding on the inside
Dixie likes to thrash her feet in time to the drum rolls
- an exaggerated apoplexy to the tunes
she hums, and tries without success, to get me to join in
somethings, just aren't worth the effort.
Dixie likes the ruckus that she makes inside my mind
she is like that walrus, that convinces the carpenter to murder
and I've told her many times, her name should have been
Dixie Devious, not Dixie Lane
she tries to tame me, by picking up passing travellers, that stand
thumb extended on the sides of the dusty highways
sleek with sweat, and breath coming in ragged spurts,
turned on by the skin that my Dixie shows
and the last one, that Jimmy in the back seat, sang
sang to her, and only her, after he'd guessed what she wanted
so she passes, from passenger to rear view,
to give Billy a shot at heaven
Dixie thrashes to a beat now, but not the ones blaring on the stereo
but to the muscles in his back that flex and ripple
as they fuck, high, and happily in the back of my black el Camino
knees bent, she moans, Jimmy, ...Jimmy just thrusts,
sometimes i wonder, maybe men are just machines, and only Dixie's real
Dixie lies in ignorant bliss,
but her ignorance,
is anything but bliss.
Nyx...
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Written August 21st, 2004
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argh i love these dixie poems... write a fucking book of poems, or a novel about her... she's alive!
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that's kinda why i wish i was super brainy, i'd invent my own "man machine"....for uh...sexual purposes only
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I'm gonna tell you what someone told me when I wrote about being in the back of an el camino. If your talking about a seat, el camino's have no back seat. That would have to be the bed of the truck and it's cold back there so I hope Dixie keeps her clothes on. Now that I've impressed with my knowledge about el camino's....Like this much. I know a jimmy, who is a jonny and he says he has an el camino but I'm not sure. Probably somebody elses el camino. Like the shot of heaven. Can't decide if it's better to give one or get one. And if men were machines they'd shut up and run all night long.
Desiree
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I am listening to this song by Cold called "Suffocate" and that is kinda what this poem makes me think of...
I could take every fucking game you played
Blow it all away
Would you even care?
Dixie likes to play with her one true admirer. But sometimes maybe her storyteller should sing along with her, drum her feet to the apoplexy with Dixie. Because sometimes I think that Dixie is only happy when her admirer is...but just as happy to crush the one person who loves her as well. Self destructive she is and her ignorance,I believe, is only a facade. She knows. Yes, yes she does.
I am getting obsessed with these poems. -
Right on for the men on this one, machines in the truest form. But the women are worse off, giving themselves to the worst efforts of seduction... to promises of heartbreak and hellfire. Entertaining, you are. adrian
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Yep, I concur with Jeff, the voice/tone of this is excellent. The high rhetoric clashes well with the hillbilly slutness of the Dixie character. There's something else in here, too, that's long my lines of thought for the past year or so... the narrator seems to be in love with Dixie and Dixie doesn't know; the narrator is disgusted and jealous about Dixie's behaviour; the man is ignorant to the whole thing and is, effectively, mimicking a machine. You seem to portray here the evil sides of both men and women in the romantic sense; how men so often do seem like fucking machines, and how for a woman that can make us more prone to seek the affections of other women; and then how ignorant women can be so crude and oblivious by encouraging their bad behaviour.
I'll end off by saying don't fall for straight women.
Brilliantly done.
Much respect,
Sarah
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I have to agree, this is excellent and the tone is beautifully sad. You told this story very well, I love the last few lines. Well done.
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"sometimes i wonder, maybe men are just machines, and only Dixie's real"
bit of Truth in that one..
"Dixie lies in ignorant bliss,
but her ignorance,
is anything but bliss."
line break here? like so?
Dixie lies in ignorant bliss,
but her ignorance,
is anything but bliss.
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gorgeous really.. excellent voice, tone. i liked this without knowing why. well done.
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