Pre-Condom by Randall Rogers

Back then

we drove

with large bongs

and trays of weed

we were cleaning

in the car

a long drive

without a case

of beer wasn’t

worth the ride

peeing in the ashtray

not an option

spun – out we kept

the weed on the tray

and the beer unspilled

it was Paradise

in the

pre-rehab

pre-conviction

pre-incarceration

drug-fueled 1970s.

He is Randall Rogers, visionary poet of the prairie.  A cowboy, yea, a beatnik; a Beatnik Cowboy.  He is an old young, sorry.  Here he exhibits new work.  More flashes in the pan.  I hope the world, nay, you editor, approveth of seeth/something here. (Currently reading "Pilgrim's Progress")  Adios!  I kind of reworked these to work in booze but they are total virgins (never put out).