Primitive Road

14Apr09

storm’s comin’, originally uploaded by JKönig.

Say you love the albums with the smoky riffs
and downbeat rhythmns. Here, they beg, fall in with us.
Forget that book, have a whiskey…have another.

Say you love the books, the words
and the silences between the words -
faded yellow dashes on a disused highway.

Say you love the highway, the blacktop
and the bullet-riddled sign that reads
Primitive Road where the blacktop ends.

Say you love the fields, the black of midnight,
coyotes’ yipped prayers, and
their raw thirst for hens.

Say you love the raw salt of powder
when its ghost rises from the rifle’s breech
and settles, sweet with lead, in your lungs.

Then breathe what’s left back into the world -
speak the coyotes’ tongue, sweat the nitro
from your blood, say you love what you’ve become.

- Lucas Howell

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