avarice
   breathe avarice
 not that's not you
   sad unshaven
and overslept
   breathe fire for the winds
    breathe locutions
     from the sheets
          you fired the engines
    and stoked fuel to steam
   and stepped aside
    from fiery bellows of steam jets
steeped in mountain myths
    around the bend
   until midnight
    the blond haired gal
 the pickety fence
    the cabin on the hill
johnny fuckerfaster
   you knew them all
  with red vines
 and cherry cokes
    burt reynolds and
supporting your local sheriff
 steam comes again
 water on fire
   rain in the mountains
      a bear crashing through the brush
        we saw a rattlesnake
              coiled in the middle of the trail
    sunning itself leisurely
until we bumbled upon it
but steam will come again
   we patched our way through
    and were still hungry
  for more
more steam