Bucket Seat Poems - Poems about Bucket Seat

...If I was a race car, I’d be shooting gasoline. Red hot throttle, Ice cold chrome Built to speed I’m a wild man Baby, I’m a hot rod Hey there jellybean I got a thing for you I’m going to ......Read the rest...

...Sipping cherry limeade, driving in the car parade, we're cruising in the Lone Star state. Didn't want a bucket seat; the thing it couldn't beat, was sitting up close to your date. One hand on t......Read the rest...

...1977 BRIDGE SITE MINER`S BLUES. Down in old south Brisbane, where the derro`s do hang out, Where the pipes were stacked 6 high, the homeless camped about. I was working mate as a miner, ......Read the rest...

...My baby and me, we keep each other company. She tells me what I need. Her purrs push me to let it all go, faster with every shift. We are two in one, no one knows me like her, she hears my w......Read the rest...

...Walking in the darkness through a bed of noisy fallen leaves six inches deep, I scan the forest and think of teeth, sharp and pointed Satan's anointed, a creature with eyes glowing red, I'm ove......Read the rest...

...Suicide skeins slick scarred black leather, bucket seat brains link rust mangled chains, power-chord blood spattered buzz-saw stains; catwalk drains Christ dust bled religion, collision ghost tra......Read the rest...