Sitting around after finishing the day’s writing, I had a
little Jack Daniels and listened to some Black Label Society, particularly a
song called “Funereal Bell.” The aggression of the music triggered a few
poetical thoughts about the days when I used to ride. I jotted them down.
CHROME AND WHISKEY
Chrome flash
When moonlight comes down
And the whiskey runs
Like gasoline
Bang the night
Rubber frictions into smoke
A V-Four screams
Motor dreams
Flat out
Black pave glitters with light
Heart shifting gears
Into acceleration
White lines
Blur into the empty distance
As my engine burns
Gin and mescal
Learn fast
When the curve comes
Highway and dirt always beat
Flesh and blood
29 comments:
An ode to road rash. A paean to days gone by. Well you at least still get the Jack.
Great pacing, Charles - it seems to me you're still riding ...
I was going to say what Issa did, that it seems like you're still riding. Plenty of great lines there.
Mark, sitting up on my bookshelf as a reward for a good day of work.
Don, maybe a little bit.
Ty, thanks. Sometimes a little alcohol loosens the crusted gears.
Good one! Shiny side up, my friend.
Jack got my attention, Walking Man's comments got me chuckling... "road rash!"
This is an interesting post! I've never had road rash before.
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Charles, I really dig the last part!!
Bernard, I've been shiny side down too many times.
Sage, I've had it twice. Not pleasant. Glad it isn't catching.
Gina, you wouldn't like it, I am sure. :)
Alex, the final truth! :)
Yeah, man ~! I dig.
"And the whiskey runs
Like gasoline" -- a wonderful
word concoction, indeed.
That is really quite good!
Good verse, Charles! I think poetry has to come spontaneously and I also think you've dabbled in it before.
Erik, thanks man!
Riot Kitty, glad you enjoyed!
Prashant, I used to do a lot more poetry. I don't write that much these days but I do like the art form quite a lot.
My friend, when I saw this poem this morning (5/30) and read the last lines, it inspired me so much that I broke through my block for finding a title for my current novella, which was the last remaining thing to be fixed before I resubmit it.
I now have two viable titles to choose from.
Thankee.
Cool!
G.B., cool, man. Glad to be of some help.
Sidney, thanks!
Yeah, you got Jack. I don't got Jack.
Freewheeling days.
Of course, even those of us who never rode would tend to think of our youth that way.
Yeah, you got Jack. I don't got Jack.
Freewheeling days.
Of course, even those of us who never rode would tend to think of our youth that way.
X Dell, good thing they didn't last long or I would have killed myself.
Very nice, Charles. That Jack brings out the best of times and sometimes a terrible hangover.
This need a guitar riff asap
nice one! i particularly like "motor dreams."
Oscar, indeed.
Deka, well, I wrote it while listening to music so maybe that fits.
H and H, thanks. I did like that line.
I can imagine those as lyrics to a song as well as a poem.
Patti, thankee. It might make a decent song. Probably have to be done by Motorhead! :)
pretty much covers it all...
reminds me a bit of:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yVw96wzmZC8
I wish there was a way for you to meet the Black Label guys and introduce them to your lyrics. It would make a great song.
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Laughingwolf, thankee for the link.
anonymous-9, that would be extremely cool.
Something about spirits lubing the spirit. Even Ovid took note that water drinkers just don't have it when it comes to poetry.
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