~GO! "please"

[stilltrucking]

what's on the
other side just
maybe my guide..................

a light within
a silent voice
I walk a path
solitary but not a alone

[WIREMAN]

walked this town
up and down
crosstown
all along the
inner harbor
up fort st. to
o say can ya see
rested up on federal hill
writing till i had my fill..............

[K&D]

wireman walked this town and many
looking for some poetric intervention
looking for that movin commune
action poetry the ultimate aim

hey boy blue is back.

[stilltrucking]

The Water Front
From Fells Point to Federal Hill

Walking the back alleys avoiding the main streets, eleven years old, played hooky for weeks at a time. Truant officers had my picture in their patrol car.

Eastern and Caroline
On foggy nights
Listening to the fog horns of the ships
Boxcars looming out of the fog
Railroad tracks in the middle of eastern avenue
Lived next to a junk yard
Collector of broken toys
Black men in horse and wagons bringing their junk to sell
Treasures found in the gutter
I would bring my bubby broken dolls
She would take the heads and use them as planters.
Found a box of the Edison clay cylinders
Used them as targets to through rocks at
Every patch of wet concrete on the sidewalks had my initials in it
Immortality
Cobble stone streets
Wooden wharfs
Overhead trolley wires
Cops walking a beat twirling nightsticks
Gas streetlights
The lamplighter making his rounds at twilight carrying his ladder
Still had black out shades from world war two hanging in the windows
The iceman delivers blocks of ice
Bags of coal
Gone world
Gone me









The end of my roaming days.
The school board sent crazy Mike a threatening letter because I missed so much school. He started driving me to make sure I went. Watched me go in the front door. I walked straight on thru to the back door and took off. Finally he got another letter. Next day he dropped me off at the front door and drove right around the back door caught me coming out.