when we get home (unfinished/in progress)

watch four runners, up and down the hills
there goes fast Eddie
the only English speaking person of the world
with a baby and a bag of laundry.
the afternoon rains and dreadlocks make this room smell like-
snow white and the orchids dance around.

the maggots are still burrowing
and eating away at that rotting piece of tree in his front room;
so many dead bugs drop from the sky that
we remember New England
as dirty, weird, north.

the movies and the party never stops
the bus rides are longer.
The clutches bust and we decide to float down river
In the ocean swells
And lay on the sand under the tree until we are no longer high.

everything vibrates, everything vibrates
everything vibrates, everything vibrates
everything vibrates,
especially snow white, fast eddie
the bus and the four runners.

avacodo man with a crooked back, no shoes, and white shorts
do you believe me?
are you a cop?
if this is a stick up, i'll stick my passport up my crotch
and sweat till the poison is all gone

#1 rule for hiking, don’t step on anyone else’s superhighway
#2 don’t fall in anyone else’s volcano.
lay like an alligator, half in half out, lazy and cold blooded
snap like an iguana tail to the pinky
and JESUS CHRIST, walk on water, eat the eggs, lay them, or get out of the way
we are all coming through
all of us- on the jeep boat jeep