August

terrible headache
driving this butane truck
up through the
hills–
yellow dry day
all dust
too much sun.
my wife arguing at me
until 3 in the
morning.
shit, this thing
jogs my head.
I need a young girl in a
green dress,
laughing.
I need a better chance
than this.
I feel like driving this
whole fucking rig
over the
edge.   guess I’ll just get
drunk, though, after I
bring it
in.   that’s the best thing
to do.