Gosh, Robin,
This is one of the most interesting love poems I've ever read. And, no need
to give up "living in the sixties" bcuz Everyone lived in the sixties---if
only in their fondest dreams revealing revolt. Ask Patrick McManus who has
been in the sixties as well as having covered every terrain on the globe and
in all conditions, with every woman (including Fred's no-name woman whom he
enticed onto his Vespa in 1964).
Judy sometime agent of the U.S. Government
MAC(K)'S PLACE
I woke up at a quiet space in Mac's place, confronted by
a straight choice:
Stay in bed
Get your act together and go buy some booze
Die
[MEMO TO SELF:
*Don't* get involved in a digression
over the etymology of "maquero"
and the link to
The Threepenny Opera
and Ferlinghetti and Auden.]
So anyway ...
Anyway is frayed, I ought to know this since whenever, but when can we ever
give up having lived in the sixties?
mehitabel's offspring
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