Atlantic City, NJ, Feb. 18, 1972
A tree was looking at me,
and his smile was nicely ironic.
The flowers were dancing around,
and the noisy silence
was kissing my forehead.
Atlantic City, NJ, Feb. 18, 1972
A tree was looking at me,
and his smile was nicely ironic.
The flowers were dancing around,
and the noisy silence
was kissing my forehead.
Atlantic City, NJ, Feb. 18, 1972
The noise was familiar,
and the feeling, too.
They were coming down the roof,
and crushing themselves
on the red dirt.
Atlantic City, NJ, Jan., 1972
Did you ever wake up at noon,
with that sour feeling of nothingness?
Atlantic City, NJ, Jan., 1972
Sometimes I go blank
and nothing seems to be alive;
not even a walk on the beach
calls me.
Atlantic City, NJ, Jan., 1972
Today we have to laugh,
the calendar said.
Tomorrow we’ll be sad,
he continued.
Atlantic City, NJ, Jan., 1972
The morning was waiting;
the night was almost gone.
There was no darkness; no light.
It didn’t feel warm,
neither the cold was felt.
Atlantic City, NJ, Jan., 1972
Some try to stop it.
Some push it
as hard as they can.
I saw some avoiding it,
but they were all doing the same.
Atlantic City, NJ, Dec., 1971
I have been walking,
since I remember
that my mind started to grow.
Atlantic City, NJ, Dec., 1971
We need them, it’s a pity.
They are normal, it’s a pity.
We are normal, it’s a pity.
Look at that freak, he said;
Look at what he does, was the echo;
he is so simple, everybody agreed.
He is not like us.
Atlantic City, NJ, Dec., 1971
There are moments
when you feel,
like if life wasn’t worth it.
There are moments
when the green looks dark;
when the ocean is not there
and the birds
are just flying objects.