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Montauk # 27

An Autumn Afternoon Sitting on a bench A simple pleasure Watching seagulls Not gliding No wind Wings beating Away from the Atlantic Montauk Lake bound Free As am I An old hippie hobo Lost on the wind___ According to the Easthampton Star between the Shinnecock Inlet and Montauk Point, there’s a chance to see the […]

BAD MOTELS – BAD POETRY September 1978

Crossing the country I mostly slept in speeding cars Huddled against the door Hoping the driver wasn’t a murderer. Or that his destination lay beyond the dawn. Sometimes the ride ended nowhere a few hours after midnight. Out in the Nevada desert wthout a motel in sight. I stood on the highway The crunch of […]