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Angus & Malcolm

“Little Lover” by AC/DC blasts over crackling speakers.

Cracks in the road assist my flat tire

in softly, yet steadily

pulling me off course to the left.

 

Rocks roll down dirt banks into clean spring rivers,

motorhomes full of smiling faces go the opposite direction

in no rush

until they slingshot past as we pass.

 

I nod at humble well-kept country abodes as my prototypical

small-town family dream fades with the sun behind the Kootaney mountains - I bid Farewell.

 

I bid farewell,

to my home & motorhomes

to similes & metaphors

to rocks that roll

and to the little love

I’ve shared with only

who I want when I want to.

 

“She shook me all night long” begins to play as my nighttime drive finishes.

 

One day baby, my life will play out intense as any AC/DC ****** innuendo…

 

but it’s a long way to the top if you wanna rock n’ roll.

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Apr 10, 2014
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