john: it is the only appliance that grinds the grain into flour    and kneads the dough in the same container       I cut myself a two-foot switch from some tropical hardwood nearby.    and the sounds of a carnival drifted miraculously    through the air from a thousand miles away.    the monkeys jumped from tree to tree.    it sent a deathly chill through me    in bolivia       wildcats I had never seen claimed places in my room.    animal noises rang through the thick brush like voices from the tomb.    I saw the freshly polished chrome    gleaming in the mid-day sun.    and I knew that you were coming home    to bolivia.       hey hey