She Couldn't Come


because she wanted to ride 

with that blithering idiot guy

in his multi-colored hot air balloon

 

He promised her patchwork quilts

of farms braided rivers squares of trees

slow balloon race of birds and bees 

on earth as it is in limbo 

and lots of beer and sky high sex 

like buckshot coming in chatters 

of teeth

 

I drive down back country roads 

with my twelve gauge