still singing

ice cream hangover
i call it

dragging my ass while i run a lap
around the ultimate field

_______

white hot!
macon bacon!
snack, ashley, tyler and i cheer
from under the shade tentfor the new team consisting of
a convergence of the
red hill rabbits and
macon (bacon) teams

_______

sometimes there is a thin line
between heckling and cheering on
your team

_______

snack economy:
we trade m&m trail mix with mini cookies
for half a tub of emerald valley hummus
passing them back and forth
between front and back seats

_______

the sentences we feed each other
and the hunger they invoke

_______

we pass around the mango booch
from person to person
as we depart
columbia

_______

put a rocky outcropping
where it is least expected
(a field of gmo corn)

_______

from the front seat:
lightweight this and
lightweight that
water-proof everything and
all those gamma rays

_______

soy soy soy soy
corn corn corn
tree!
i know that poem i say to mica
who sings/recites it
in the driver’s seat
we wrote that poem

_______

there are so many different kinds of tiredness
tony says in the front seat

_______

the things we find ourselves laughing at
as we near the final bends:
biscuit boxes
and ratchet straps
singing sweet child of mine and
livin on a prayer
without a radio

_______

down the final hill
at the end of the drive
we break out in:
i’ve had the time of my life
no i never felt this way before
yes i swear it’s the truth
still singing as we
pull into the parking spot

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