Sitting bent over, naked on my sofa– slowly warming gently from the chill electric moon glow rain– barefoot to McDonald’s – listening now to the sounds of loved people, moving through the rooms of the old white house on 18th street.
May 30th, 1971
Sitting bent over, naked on my sofa– slowly warming gently from the chill electric moon glow rain– barefoot to McDonald’s – listening now to the sounds of loved people, moving through the rooms of the old white house on 18th street.