when i first read my brother's copy of
a coney island of the mind by lawrence ferlinghetti
that summer
restlessness became a verb
it was what i guess you could call my
coming of age time...my brother's east cleveland pad
the place where i became fully acclimated
to sex...my "spilled sperm seed" (ferlinghetti)
taking me as far as skinny-dipping-make-out
in lake erie at mentor headlands
even if it's all tame by today's standards
i'm still somewhat mystified by it all
guess you could say i was pulled between
being radical
and being love torn/worn
so i chose both
--- e b bortz
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