what we have here is a failure to communicate

– Ponderosas standing ponderously before an indifferent pink sunrise sky.
– A stray Coors can beside crushed grass where the tent was.
– Dust billowing behind the blue rental car.
– A hawk in the top of a pine tree, a rabbit romping down the roadside, a single antelope in a field watching me watching it.
– My friend, partner, lover asleep in the passenger seat.
– Camping gear crash landed on my bedroom floor.
– Gin over ice with a hint of tonic and a withered lime slice precariously pinching the pint glass rim.
– 104 bees tangled in the flowering viney plant that covers one whole wall of the Riverside Market.
– My fingers, pouring sauce scattering cheese counting out 5 pepperoni crushing garlic tearing basil making pizzas HOT FRESH TO ORDER!
– A little flying insect flattened against page 30 of Howl and Other Poems by Allen Ginsberg.
– This page, lit by headlight, because my friend, partner, lover is asleep on my bed.

July 30th 2013 – Bend, OR