The other day I passed a man in Boulder who was pushing a bicycle holding all of his worldly possessions. He looked like your typical man-of-the-streets, and when I passed him he appeared to be having a serious conversation with himself. Embarrassed that I had caught him in this, he half-smiled and said "Sorry, but sometimes I talk to myself without realizing it." I looked him in the eyes and said, "It's okay, sometimes I do too."

I wish he had been there with me last night,
skipping, crunching
leaves and
singing:

Down down baby, down by the roller coaster
Sweet sweet baby, I'll never let you go
Shimmy shimmy coca pop shimmy shimmy pow
Shimmy shimmy coco puff shimmy shimmy pow
Grandma grandma sick in bed, she called the doctor and the doctor said:
Let's get the rhythm of the head, Ding Dong
Get the rhythm of the head, Ding Dong
Let's get the rhythm of the hands
Let's get the rhythm of the feet
Let's get the rhythm of the hot dog
Put it all together and what do you get?

Kissed my boyfriend
Naughty naughty
Won't do the dishes
Lazy lazy
Stole a piece of candy
Greedy greedy
Jumped off a building
Crazy crazy
Two chinese men sittin' on a bench
Trying to make a dollar outta eighty five cents
Twist twist
Twist like this
This is how me and my boyfriend kiss