Home…

I tramp the streets of my youth,

where I first kissed many a girl

who flirted with me and their school uniforms

leading the way to starched Nurses apparel

and the women in the beguiling

dazzling dress who I wished for nothing more

to be in attendance of…

 

I tramp the streets where teenage mood

swings caught me off guard, where the Garth

became my back garden, where an altercation,

one-sided and full of badly installed testosterone,

the first of two beatings I took, left me nearly