Hmm.
This poem seems basically to be saying you (or whoever it is)
were "old" at 18, but I'm having trouble making a connection
between that and the scene in the delicatessen.
> renounced Love in the name of Power.
> But I? Not even Power, certainly not Love,
> only a pastrami on club delivered with
This seems to imply that you renounced Love in the name
of a sandwich (or whatever they're called there). Wha?
Perhaps I'm missing something here. I wasn't even born in 1962 so
that's a strong possibility.
I like the angry stuff better!
Janet
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