Atlantic City, NJ, March 21, 1972
It came in a letter,
as many other things.
It was a surprise,
even though, I knew.
Atlantic City, NJ, March 21, 1972
It came in a letter,
as many other things.
It was a surprise,
even though, I knew.
Atlantic City, NJ, March 20, 1972
You feel like walking north,
but you’re not supposed to.
You feel like shouting loud,
but you’re not supposed to.
Atlantic City, NJ, March 20, 1972
Nobody knew,
if you were dead or alive.
Nobody knew,
what made you leave,
if it was that.
Nobody knew,
what to say, what to do.
Atlantic City, NJ, March 20, 1972
We had to get away
from each other.
You knew it, but yet,
it was hard to accept it.
I was completely decided,
I don’t know why.
Atlantic City, NJ, March 19, 1972
Everybody around a table
getting friendly, and smiling a lot.
Getting closer; that feeling
that gets you comfortable.
We saw each other in a different way.
We all looked different,
and that warmth of companionship
was filling our spirits.
Atlantic City, NJ, March 18, 1972
How does it feel to be put down?
How does it feel to cry at night?
How does it feel to lose all hope?
Why did you cry, since you knew
that you could have laughed?
Questions and questions,
for somebody without answers.
Atlantic City, NJ, March 18-19, 1972
Let´s hurry, we´ll be late.
Let´s move fast, we will be at front.
Speed and nervousness
help to rush to nowhere.
Direction is instead of speed.
Atlantic City, NJ, March 18, 1972
You think, you found the way.
You think, you arrived.
You got it.
The road was straight, with no curves.
The pace was fast, but smooth.
Atlantic City, NJ, March 13, 1972
Confusion came to my mind.
The goals were losing their identity.
Direction seemed to wonder,
if she knew who she was.
Atlantic City, NJ, March 8, 1972
It was like a connection,
that came from somewhere.
It felt warm and pleasant,
but not really enough;
maybe, I wasn’t used to it.