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(11/25/99) “Thanksgiving with Mark (Funk)
& Bella (Funk-Lagmay.)” – Wrote this on the
train to Fullerton… a good time was had by all.

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-Burbank Metrolink Station –
#779 – right on schedule.

-“All aboard
the Salvation train…”

-“Save your soul,
before it’s too late,,,
take a ride,
on the Salvation Express.”

-“Eternity, next stop…
next stop… Eternity!”

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THE BUILDING ON W. 92ND ST.

(’83)

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-The neighbor on the 10th floor
is a young cop, of Greek extraction,
who smokes dope & broadcasts live arguments
with his father.

-Even though there are three porters
on duty at all hours,
a mugging took place in the building
about a week before I arrived…
a man forced a woman off the elevator,
took her purse & fled,,,
a tenants’ meeting was called
to deal with this new danger.

-Two of the porters are from the Dominican ///
the bald-headed black actor
who does the Jamaica commercials
lives in the building,
which has a laundry room,
a boutique & a newstand.

-In the kitchen of my brother’s apartment,
the same birds come to the window each morning,
for their daily ration of stale bread
& pigeon English.

-On the roof top, The City turns on her good side
when she knows she’s being watched,
especially at night.

-It’s an old, well-preserved building,
with many stories,
to tell.

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DEPARTURE

(’87/’88)

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-I must go
to find out
if I should’ve stayed.

-On the road, at rest stops,
I’ll check my apprehension pressure.

-3,500 miles,,,
for company, vital road signs,
& songs to hope by
on the radio.

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POET’S ROAD

(’82/’83)

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-I am poet… I travel well,
eat at nothing but the finest
truck stops,,,
with the genuine green jade & silver
Indian jewelry,
and deep-dish,
hot apple pie…

-Highway 40 to route 14,
to County Road 1,,,
backroads, frontage roads,
crossroads…

-“Elmwood – City Limits”
Pop. 1,300 –
“HISTORICAL LANDMARK – 200 yds.”

“27 MILES TO NEAREST IMAGERY”

-I am poet… I travel well,
stay only at five-star
“Motel 6″s,
with the X-rated channel
and Baby Ruths in the candy machine.

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OLDIES BUT GOODIES

(’78)

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-Paperback writer,
hunched over
and old Royal,
with a red & black ribbon
& a worn out “F.”

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