Ecstatic when you offered me

your gatorade on the street corner

sunrise strung out and my mouth was parched

from smoking cigarettes all night

bums stirring in lean-tos

packing sleeping bags to trek the city.

Cartwheeling heart when we slid down the embankment

because the maintenance crew

called to us as we were smoking a joint.

Small hum in my ears from the lowlit dash

in the nighttime on a road trip

to recover your car from police impound

dreaming of breakfast platters.

Gone, spent, blissed as a seer

errant highways, house parties, pastures and ranch roads

savages and we sensed savagely

though never noticed our path led

into some long and boring ambush.