And so it continues
the conversation
the preoccupation with the mundane

not seeking forcibly
but holding on as it passes
to the back of creamy powder blue pickup truck
cruisin' in the desert sun
kickin up the sand
in a haze
gravel rollin
heat dribblin
time flyin
bodies bouncin. . .

you hitched a ride this time
didn't bother to stand in line
probably worth more than that dime
you stashed long behind

oh shit...did I leave it with Sam?
you ask, but check your pockets anyway...
and there it is...
left breast pocket
right under your nose

that smoke you rolled
needs fire you ask
and he pops the knob in the dash
till it clicks

in a sighs time
and a gander far and wide
out the window toe setting sun
a burning blanket of purple orange and
then it pops back nice and red

crackle
deep inhale
another gander out the open window
elbow propped
on the door frame that leaves its mark
hand on the shit handle
eyes moving forward to meet the dark

and here we are
with a smile
time elaspsed
captured in the exhale

puff and pass
you think
and the favor is returned

thank you kindly
keep on keepin on.

08/05/2004

Posted on 08/05/2004
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