September 10, 1978 - Journal Entry - East Village

Gold, jewels, power, hate, and sex.
Why nations fight wars
People decided to die rather than live
Stupid reasons

I had a friend in Maine.
Chaney and I promised never to swim alone.
My family moved from Falmouth Foresides in June of 1960
A week later Chaney drowned in Sebago Lake

He was eight.

In 1974 I left my hometown for good.
I left behind another friend
Carl married his high school sweetheart.
She was seven months pregnant.
I never saw the baby.

I had a friend in college
Neil and I are still friends.
He is studying medicine in the Philipines
Dagupan City

Neil was born on Staten island
We will meet again
I am not in love with money or gold or God
I'm in love with the modern world

And everything else.

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White Condo Fog

An April overcast overwhelms
A white luxury condo
O'er
Jay Street Brooklyn
Obscuring the upper floors
Earth warm
Sky cold
My fingers chilled
Not by Winter
But by the damp of Spring.
The new season
One month in
My joints ache in the damp
Old
Some of me.
My mind 15
1967

Ruby Tuesday
The South Shore
Wollaston Beach
The Quincy Quarries
The Surf Nantasket
The Mattapan Oriental
Making out with Hyde Park girls
In the dark of the balcony
My fingers warm.
I write of my youth
My fingers
Manulyxic
Tripping over consonents
My fingers
Fumbling with a bra
In the blacony of the Mattapan Oriental
Fifteen
Forever
Young
With a white fog
Without gloom
For me
Alive.
As are the Rolling Stones