wanders the world
. . . . san francisco, ponape, macao, tokyo, bangkok, manila, tanger, puerto galera, yangoon, querzazarte, berkeley. . .
penniless but for the occasional fortune, hungry often, pie has eaten tarantula in the rain forests of venezuela...
what is it pie does not know? what is it pie does not see? what is it pie does not feel?
pie draws on sand, writes in matchboxes, chases mysteries while others sleep.
when pie sleeps pie awakes.
pie hasn't eaten in three days.
pie asks for donations or work to continue pie's funny wanderings
in
twilights to find the unfindable, to touch the untouchable.
pie looks into alleys for cold soup, for lost stars, for broken lightbulbs to sweeten cakes
in the sewers of bliss
hotpiehot's singular dreams . . . .
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