fresh hot baguettes

to give to fork a lift
my toes felel the ground the most
when i'm a ballerina
can't stand
for too much now
dangerous...
snakes
automobiles
drugs
humans
people

to see
we dance without legs
and loose boneless arms flailing
back
and forth
like a pendulum
or a prom dress
telling a secret when the music and the spinnig gets really fast
cancer humming lungs
child birth with drugs
to smell the air seasoned with manure you will need to go to the south
to smell the air seasoned with mcdonalds fries you must go to the north
her nuckles cracked
like movie theater popcorn
monsters like this are like this

i cut it off

nucleaire non merci.

I hitched to Montargis, france and walked about 100 kilometers with a fantastic group of people walking from london to geneva to raise awareness for uranium mining and nuclear power. I never felt so connected to a group of people so instantaneously.

the grey sky opened its blue eyes and projected a rainbow

dover was dreary 3-4 hours of trying to hitch out in the rain led me to the last bus to London. The ticket man was rude. And the gentleman at the information desk neglected me and carried on a person conversation about how him and this other guy (a police officer actually) both just got a sidekick. And on the bus, the driver was frustrated that I didn't have a ticket o direct change.
The overnight fare to liverpool was booked so i tried to sleep in the station. But the station soon closed. So I tried to sleep in the central train station, but i was told this would close soon as well. So I walked.. and found an elevated railed in garden for a bed last night. I woke up to someone peeing on the outside wall of the garden. This was about 5 AM

While hitching I was asked over and over again... Obama?
Mind you most of the people I hitched with spoke little or no english.
We communicated with disorganized games of pictionary, one guy drawing stick figure with a black face then a stick figure with hair. Asking me if I was voting for Obama.
then I would write
Politic=Merde
and george bush = merde
This made them think... i guess she is okay for an american.

When I spent the night in Gorlitzer Park,centered around a train station that was bombed in world war II, I met this lady named catherine
catherine in the sun
wore a translucent door
you could ask but you alread knew
her thighs shaped fine art and shown through her thin dress
she asked for ten cents
it all makes cents for her
she wrote of her lover on the internet
his parents were catholic and disapproved
they found 20 dollars next to him when he
choked and died on his vomit
which made sense she was talking to me because I am 20
catherine in the sun told me
the night before heath ledger died
she watched a nights tale 12 times
for no reason why, she wrote about it on the internet
it all makes cents to here
catherine the hex in this sun
catherine the cat
oh tom the myspace editor
tom the tom cat better watch out
she is pregnat
and catherine is in love

another person from the park.

ol'jim at the guitar
playing a song he used to know
finding the strings
like a time machine
his fingers are slower than he remembered
lost in alcohol
always drunk in time
for wasting
he has the coolest jacket in town