I.

always, it was his alleys  to town

then, streetlighted streets  through and through town

then, Dawn’s alleys all the way, aways and up  from downtown

II.

call off yr search

It’s all been a hoax

I haven’t been far

I have only been barely fair

I’ve barely fought my fog-like fugue

It’s hugely due to pointless and errant

innertubing,  buoyant

On turbulent,   or at least

Aimless  sees

MAY DAY

May 1, 2009

I was looking through a big black garbage bag from the back room loaded with writing from way back, (for something “revolutionary” from my spirited youth, to be honest) and thought that before throwing a notebook away I’d take something to keep and show here (right from the inside cover, something I used to write on bathroom walls across the country) maybe not Reaching Out revolution but inner… getting what’s mine.

” I was so much older then…”

 

 

“Inner space is the place to go

Close yr eyes and flow in that flow

You’ll get wise to what you already know”