Morgan Territory Road
where the dry grass is all that grows
the sun too hot the water too
nonexistent
sink a well 200 feet
one hill has scrub;
Brushy Peak
I thought he said Bushy Pig
"Bushy pig."
no trees on these rolling hills
no shadow side
just a winding road through white hot
cattle pastures
cattle pastures that have been cattle pastures for two hundred years
so long the cattle,
with their grazing, have carved ridges every ten inches or so
latitudinally across every hill side

we rolled joints maybe ten of them and
listened to Emerson Lake & Palmer's
electronic keyboard prog rock album
of a giant armadillo tank battling mountains
and human face scorpions
we were all trying to pass a joint to
someone who already had one.
We all wore blue jeans i think