on my way...where am i

back here for a bit
i just got in last week
i found us a sofa
that sits two comfortably
plaid plaid plaid and green

money orders and wireless
internet and cable tv
make lonely nights
and half week days
just melt in your mouth

i stole some cool music
that you probably haven't
heard before i told you
about the way it moves
me and i forget

green shit is big in the
tiny cities on finger lakes
i can be a farmer a
foreigner or storyteller
if i weren't busy couching

houses with crooked frames
and cars parked like
patchwork junk piles
some call it quaint
and pocket my new bic

raining and clear skies
with a nap in between
its so hard to plan for this
kind of weather so just
sleep it off and on and off and off and off

vermont is like a ball pit
full of colors and laughter
and lots of balls
that you
splash into all at once
because it looked so fun

its not very deep, this pit
but you can't walk away
and all you see are flecks
of red and blue and green
and you step on someone
just below the surface

say you're sorry and
remember that this whole
place smells like stale urine
so be sure to wash your hands
and tell yourself they must be dreaming

leaving someday is always an option
that you could just be gone like that
oh what a dream and such a
great story to tell another new friend
you meet at a gas station in rutland

at last you arrive somewhere
after driving all night full speed
eye drops and a brisk walk
to shake off the road a bit
but you look like shit

home sweet home you grin
and look at the newness around you
you mumble profanity and reach
for your cigarettes as you read the
fragmented words painted on a rock
in every single color that you have
to squint to read

take only photos, leave only footprints
help us keep the green mountains green!

without giving that boulder
even a second more
you try to find the nearest thing
tall fast or sharp enough
to kill you on the first try
but it never will.