sketch pad forsaken
hot food's on the way,
tacos and salsa
mouths burning with delight
bugs cleaned out
rip ripping intestinal stove pipes
then later over an ice cream Sunday
Mexican sopapillas
harmonizin Dead songs
stretching Bogarted bones
Rico yelling for more beer
with the Sandia Mountains shining down
all the while
our constant companion
gratefully plastering
these hungry heads
8/6/73