Atlantic City, NJ, July 30, 1972
Alone the boy goes through the world
in search of the calls of his heart
He knows something awaits him
without knowing exactly what it is
But the calls are strong enough
so the search goes on and on
far from his initial goals
Atlantic City, NJ, July 20, 1972
And the bird that was sad and worried
understood at last that his real place
wasn’t to be tied down to the ground like snakes
‘cause he was a bird and not a snake
Pleasantville, NJ, June 24, 1972
Dark nights of enlightened days
People walking around waiting for dawn to come
A baby-sitter does her job
while the family goes out to enjoy
Daddy says hello and the children smile
Not many people realize
what, joy has come to deliver
Medford, Mass., May 20, 1972
Walking around and dreaming about
how the world could be
Looking at people going through their trips
and dreaming about
all the love that they could give
Atlantic City, NJ, May 18, 1972
You, that walk on mountains
and can have a view of the valley,
give me another candle
and I might try to define my role.
Atlantic City, NJ, May 15, 1972
Beautiful children get in the hands
of those who will tell them.
Discovery slips away
now a house is a house
and a bird, a bird.
Atlantic City, NJ, April 23, 1972
Why is it that you feel embarrassed
of laughing by yourself?
Is it that you are so far
from communicating with anybody,
that you can’t even have a talk
with your own person?
Atlantic City, NJ, April 22, 1972
It’s nice to be middle class
It’s nice to be warm, well fed,
loved, even on the surface, and others
It’s nice to don’t know what’s happening
It’s nice to be with the ones that look,
feel, and turn up their noses, like you
Atlantic City, NJ, April 22, 1972
You get in trouble, but I don’t mean bad
Your friends seem surprised and distant
You forget everybody for a while
The ones that were with you
you still love them,
Atlantic City, NJ, April 22, 1972
And the letter came
It was like the lost GI
which has been given as dead
It could be called hope
the feeling of those lines on green paper
The scream was sincere and clear
even though it took a while
to be fully understood
