September 2004 / Volume Five / Issue Four
Doug Draime
I Don’t Scream Outlaw Because It Is A Fad

I would’ve 
rode with
Jesse James
if I’d
been
alive and
he would’ve politely
        asked me –
explained the situation
over strong  coffee and ham hocks,
in his home ...
while Frank adjusted
the sights
on his brother’s pistol in
the kitchen, as the red & gray
Missouri sunset
wavered on
the flat land.
There would have been
plenty of home-still  moonshine
and good weed; and their wives,
down home girls,
who would’ve drank and smoked
right along   
with the rest of us
outlaws.