Link to the Show / Show NotesKris Saknussemm Reads Why I Love Demolition Derby First of all, girls with big tits. Secondly, the sound of dog box thunder cars getting push-started by station wagons in the gladiatorial twilight on the edge of abattoirs and railyards—- then the satisfyingly orgiastic cracking of compacted bumpers and accordioned metal, crunch of collapsed door panels my old Chevy lurking between the stalled wrecks, waiting to gun it again and strike—- an evil black El Camino winning the crowd over, finally limping off to die in cloud of smoke on the perimeter all the brightly colored carcasses suddenly springing to life then grinding to a death halt in a whoosh of fire extinguisher foam. Climax red lights in a hot brown haze of adrenalin and gasoline, the stinging dust stinking of exploded radiators and burnt rubber and girls with big tits spilling beer with their applause. This poem originally appeared in the 10.3 (Spring 2006) issue of The 2River View...
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