A Long Way to Heaven, A Short Way to Hell

For Uncle Tupelo


the sign says

quite plainly,

a ghost glow

in the blind night.

Your shitbox Oldsmobile,

not old enough

to be classic,

roots down


roads to nowhere

cuz there’s nowhere

to go. To be 21

in southern Illinois

requires cheap whiskey,

Black Flag guitar bristles,

& steel guitar balms.

You’ll discover LPs

of Appalachian

lonesome ballads

at the local library

& steal ’em.

You gotta steal

what you can

to get the fuck outta



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