The night at the junkyard when all the headlights were kicked in, and a beautiful
Anarchy tasted like ice cream. And salad days, too!
We painted stars on the back of the cardboard factory,
And cut out rectangles of cardboard and wrote poems
On them. We posted and mailed them to addresses we
Randomly picked out of a 1993 phone book.
We endeavored for consciousness and more life. We took to the
Summer nights like an avalanche takes to interlopers.
Or a kid on a bicycle to a homemade ramp.
We seasoned the fields with our idealistic meanderings,
And filled the distances with our starry beards. Burned all
The self-help books.
naïve haircuts 
burning all the self-help books.
brilliant.
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Thanks! It may not have been pretty, but figuring it out ourselves was the route I was on.
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Sometimes that’s the best route.
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I love the idea of sending poetry to unknown strangers. It’s altruistic.
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I think that would be fun too. Imagine being mailed a random poem. I think it would be cool.
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I”d like that.
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Man oh man, this puts trespassing into an entirely different state of mind….so much discovery and so much from than a casual stroll and it’s that’s too..
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I had in mind being young teenager just blowing off steam breaking some stuff. I’d probably frown at that now as an adult, but it seemed to part of rebellious youth.
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I guess video games or a good old fashioned bar room brawl lets the steam out….as for me, a long walk does the trick.
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Every kid’s dream–out at night, with no one to say “no.” I loved the line: Anarchy tasted like ice cream.
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Thanks, Diana. Growing up we had lots of nights like this. We were pretty lucky.
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Love this! The imagery. THe ideas. The whole mood. Just adore it.
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Thank you!!
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love the camaraderie and kick-ass beauty of this 🙂
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Thanks John! Being young was about blowing off some steam.
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I know the feeling 🙂
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Fond memories: “We took to the / Summer nights like an avalanche takes to interlopers.” Beautiful work!
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Thank you. Fond memories for me too: with nothing to do but hang out with friends on long summer nights. Those were good times.
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They sure were!
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