Back To Brooklyn

I made the monumental/evil decision to move back to NYC, (Brooklyn to be more precise)today
.... my poetry must be marketed, and I am the perfect Monster to do it....I will shoot myself like an arrow, like a bullet, against the concrete of NY and she if anything breaks...take another stab at the city and see if any blood is drawn...

I've taken a bunch of nighttime Robutussin...to clear the clogged passages of my cold swelled nasal membrane (and any other general pain) and it has worked and I'm drowsy and I'm happy that life is moving foward...and that I'm not going to quietly fade away in this sleepy little town...

And I had a conversation with an incredibly intelligent woman today, who also seems to be just as incredibly cool & beautiful...she is the first and last of her kind...immensley wonderful and she is even, yes...American...a real American beauty....

she has a hot sexy, delicious brain! (and she's girl next door knockout pretty)

I need to be friends with this fine specimen of evolution....

And I'm goin' back to Brooklyn back to Flatbush where my mother was born and my Jewish ancestors lived since the middle of the 1800's....perhaps living in Brooklyn will bring me better luck than living in Manhattan has....

Whitman was from Brooklyn, Ginsburg taught at Brooklyn College, my spritual/poetic fathers prospered there, and so will I....

Gearing up, this fall I will go there with pockets full of student loan cash and a head soggy with caffiene and poetry and an insane hunger for knowledge....

Rock On Strangers,
It's too long of a road not to go for broke,
So whatever it is you wanna/need to do
DO IT NOW,
DO IT WITH GUSTO
GO BIG
IT'S OK TO FAIL
PULL THE TRIGGER
JUMP
RUN
FLY