The Trip, The Crash
By Kurt Parsons

It was the first day of August 

The brilliance of the sun seemed to declare: “Peace” 

So I took some acid by the river 

And walked through the riparian, saw two naked bathers. 

That evening riding passenger with Grandma 

A car ran the stop sign 

Hit us so hard we spun ninety degrees, airbags deployed. 

Max picked up Grandma and I waited three hours 

For the tow truck, watched the hills turn into silhouettes 

Then vanish behind the night. 

When the guy finally showed up he was an idiot. 

After he took me home I wandered the streets 

A coyote crossed my path 

She looked me in the eyes and didn’t care.