Red Porsche Dream Treatment

[(Wordy)]

Getting down to the real method,
vibration coursing through the driver's seat,
feeling the engine like the impact of traffic accident,
the senses dissolving the world inside / outside of
a red Porsche, where the dream hides me.

At a traffic light,
in the rear-view the deserted drugface reflected,
ate the green light and left the secure world -
turned flaming butterfly, like an allergy,
like a hysterical reaction, all scorching red & wheels.

Left the road & climbed across
the spine of a hill, horizon beckoning like a hand,
the thin line of light the sun has left
getting closer all the time,
and sooner or later, delicate death.

In the back my two brethren, who are hitchhikers,
bathing in sweat, being stripped of the foliage of memory -
and again shaking off the urge to slow,
I tell them, "Either we're dancers or we're salad;
if we die, we die hot, we'll be lightning stinging the dawn."


(c) Stu Hatton 2001

http://wordyness.blogspot.com/2005/03/red-porsche-dream-treatment-2001.html

 

[up all night]

"Either we're dancers or we're salad;
if we die, we die hot, we'll be lightning stinging the dawn."

Do you mind if you I use that as my BL sig? I love it.

 

[(Wordy)]

Sure - go ahead! :D

Actually that part was changed fairly recently. Originally it went something like this:

"Either we're dancers or deserters;
either we die, or we go faster from here."

The poem dates back to 2001, and was composed in response to a challenge where a series of phrases had to be included somewhere in the poem. Sometimes you can get surprising results from these kinds of experiments!

 

[up all night]

^ Yeah, I had a look at your blog the other night and it was a great read. I didn't know you were from Melbourne. Anyway, thanks!

 

[up all night]

I tell them, "Either we're dancers or we're salad;
if we die, we die hot, we'll be lightning stinging the dawn."

These lines have really stuck with me. I still say them to myself, usually on a Saturday night when things start getting interesting.

Awesome.

 

[(Wordy)]

Wow, uan, that totally blows me away... the idea that something I wrote could figure in your life like that - especially considering that (regrettably) we've never met...

In 2006 I decided to dedicate the poem to you after you used the closing lines for your sig! If you follow the link to my blog in the original post, you'll see the most up-to-date version of the poem.

 

[Mehm]

such a good poem. thank you for bringing this back