Overdose

A man will die in Laos.

Today, and tomorrow.

Today and tomorrow

a man will change a tire.

Behind him a mountain

in its 50^th century

of slash and burn.

A waterfall, rapids.

A boy drinks methanol

at a Blue Moon party

on an island

where the souls of the dead

are rarely encountered

but often photographed.

Guns are barely hidden

under the bar stools.

He dies. Behind him

a beach, a bungalow of thatch

a faint scent of patchouli oil

adhering to a glass.