my bum hurts.
low rider bikes ate it alive too much.
and too many flat tires.
but pink bikeblack lightningbult girl matched
with pink and black lightning bult bonnet
and pink and pink
and red fish nets
held up by garters
and i blue bike girl
with blue spoted transparent dress
over slips and crinilino
and short shorts.
so there were legs but they made you look
to see they were there, they were

a picnic on the mountain under the big cross
lit up it was
and a long walk and many cemetary
and polka dots of bug bites.
this our wanderings after
a bore ring opening
that we dressed up much for
but left way early to trod out our own

and a high class tea party we had
desserts and whiskey
everyone melted
and fireworks behind us all
and good books of african
so tribal body painting
that it is like traditional
japanese mixed with medievals
of hair that to tell the age is the style
and paint that is right down the middle
to the tip of it.
or oiled well
or painted up
even necklaces painted over
from fragments of cave sides
chiped off for generations
to provide this thin outer skin
everyone is muscle and like shadows
warriors fight with metal bracelets on their wrists
and slash and wrestle and bleed
painted fierce
girls are fierce
tatoolike scars
point by point
across large sections of skin
like armour jewels of skin

boys paint themselves intricately
and wear scull caps with white feather mohawks

in Kau.