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Date Posted: 14:49:28 03/20/01 Tue
Author: StarGost
Subject: Race Car Rocket

Race Car Rocket

Burning tongues of sun peeled back the green paint
Where the old El Dorado leaned drunken in oily taint.
Windows blossomed with shatter holes vacant eyes.
Resting rusting steel wheels through the weeds cries.

This shelter place had a steering wheel he could hold.
Lean back between probing springs and dare to be bold.
He would turn the radio knob past kitchen yells at home.
Just to drive past the house and keep on the run roam.

He could smell the vinyl seats like a rocket car adventure.
The cockpit invulnerable to the biting leather arcs too sure.
This was a new world, every day in fresh visored sunlight.
No Ma screams about the brother dead, gone from sight.

He pressed the long blue bruises and thought of rocketships,
The green fins roaring power into space, a sigh on his lips.
Colorful planets of people to welcome him for who he was.
Not hold him down in the dark shack with anger like lust.

Just driving down a cool, silent highway, past different places.
Stopping to eat peanut butter sandwiches and smile at faces.
The bruises were bullet grazes from evil robbers he had shot.
Then the hero's welcome in a small town just when...stop.

He could hear it like the coyote's call wavering in the wind.
His name piling up in screaming like a cannon's shot end.
He wormed out of the sudden wreck and put on home face.
He pulled dragging tracks though long grass to leave a trace.

© 2000 DPMcClellan

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