Highway Invocation by Jorn David Hall
It seems the Highway's
always been there Joe.
It's taken us across the country,
coast to coast.
sometimes it's just a metaphor,
sometimes we're stuck
waiting for a ride
trying to get out of Redwood, California
in nineteen sixty eight
with hippie wife and child
trying to hitch a ride
Sometimes the highway takes us up
like driving from Gallup to Flagstaff,
when you leave
the shimmering desert,
the brown scrub brush
for the mountain air, Joe
holy mountain air,
sacred shade of cool pine trees.
What a Change,
You know what I'm talking about.
Look over there,
over the edge of the mountains.
Check out the clouds
they look like people.
Look like Gods to me.
Isis is coming towards us
her breasts are full,
she's fertile as the Nile.
And there's Odin,
with his two ravens,
two ravens he named
Thought and Memory.
The story is he hung on a tree,
sacrificed himself to himself,
he lost an eye to bring back the runes,
to bring back the northern alphabet.
And it looks like Siddhartha coming.
Dig it,
Serenity, peace, courageous acceptance.
He's laying it out for all to see.
what about that Hebrew?
Yeshua was his name,
the Greeks call him Christo.
Love, forgiveness, making choices
are the kinds of things he said.
They Crucified him for the things he said,
ah, the price of freedom
Look here comes a lean and hungry one
the jackal-headed one,
oh yeh, its Anabas,
god of the dead. We'll all hear his bark,
ain't none of us going to escape
his bark.
What's all that turbulence,
Oh, now I see its Aphrodite.
Aphrodite, what loveliness to look at,
what loveliness to hold.
I can't tell who's she's with
but they're getting it on,
everybody's got to check it out.
The other cloud, it's twisting
like a tower of smoke, a pillar of fire-
Yahweh, some call him Allah,
you know it's all the same;
we're talking righteousness and vengeance.
This could get serious.
All these people, gods, myths and
archetypes of thought
they're here to show us something.
Joe, lets hit this road of poems
and find out what
the highway is all about.
always been there Joe.
It's taken us across the country,
coast to coast.
sometimes it's just a metaphor,
sometimes we're stuck
waiting for a ride
trying to get out of Redwood, California
in nineteen sixty eight
with hippie wife and child
trying to hitch a ride
Sometimes the highway takes us up
like driving from Gallup to Flagstaff,
when you leave
the shimmering desert,
the brown scrub brush
for the mountain air, Joe
holy mountain air,
sacred shade of cool pine trees.
What a Change,
You know what I'm talking about.
Look over there,
over the edge of the mountains.
Check out the clouds
they look like people.
Look like Gods to me.
Isis is coming towards us
her breasts are full,
she's fertile as the Nile.
And there's Odin,
with his two ravens,
two ravens he named
Thought and Memory.
The story is he hung on a tree,
sacrificed himself to himself,
he lost an eye to bring back the runes,
to bring back the northern alphabet.
And it looks like Siddhartha coming.
Dig it,
Serenity, peace, courageous acceptance.
He's laying it out for all to see.
what about that Hebrew?
Yeshua was his name,
the Greeks call him Christo.
Love, forgiveness, making choices
are the kinds of things he said.
They Crucified him for the things he said,
ah, the price of freedom
Look here comes a lean and hungry one
the jackal-headed one,
oh yeh, its Anabas,
god of the dead. We'll all hear his bark,
ain't none of us going to escape
his bark.
What's all that turbulence,
Oh, now I see its Aphrodite.
Aphrodite, what loveliness to look at,
what loveliness to hold.
I can't tell who's she's with
but they're getting it on,
everybody's got to check it out.
The other cloud, it's twisting
like a tower of smoke, a pillar of fire-
Yahweh, some call him Allah,
you know it's all the same;
we're talking righteousness and vengeance.
This could get serious.
All these people, gods, myths and
archetypes of thought
they're here to show us something.
Joe, lets hit this road of poems
and find out what
the highway is all about.
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