ok, so last night...when i was searching for my transcripts.....i came across a box of notebooks.......6-7 notebooks.....dating from my senior year in high school and ending sometime in the grad school years...........curious....that i could forget that i used to keep a journal of sorts.......bad poems....... novel notes......there is a sheaf of loose yellow paper that contain bits of a novel with a name too banal to disclose......i have not read any of them closely...though i suspect that my mother read them thoroughly before she 'found' them during her move to danville....another day perhaps.....i will share a poem written by a friend on an envelope at a joe walsh concert......on march 9, 1975
you only know
as far as you go
and nothing is left in the way
the moon leaves the sky
and the stars start to cry
til the sun comes around
with the day
and another, written on the flap...
off and gone and far beyond the Walsh familiar skies
it all comes back from distant tracks
and Joe's to know you're why.........
he was a morose fellow.......it was not a date, by the way...just a lot of people from the dorm complex........for a short time he would leave crytpic poetry in my mailbox.......
anyway...back to the notebooks.......they read like blogs......but, then gentle readers.....you already saw that coming............
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