i wrote this last month, when i was in Monterey. now that i'm online again (as of yesterday) i can post it....

For Greg


Were you happy
When you were a street kid?
Liberated, running on the
Roofs of Monterey?
Sleeping in Alcoves-by-the-Sea?
Hungry but meeting people
Who shared,
All the time knowing
All the time thinking
Of me
Warm and clean but restless
Not in a ’79 Mustang, curled in the seat
But Fusz Hall, a private room
Running in PTs with a pack
Who could not share (but would protect)
My thoughts.
Were you happy
When you were a street kid?
Because I tried to kill myself
In the preppy village on campus.