Dead End Street

Two versions (I never feel that any of my poems are finished)  of this poem.  The first is close to the original, the second an attempt to finish it.

Love can sometimes be like a bungy  jump: and sometimes things beyond love’s control can make it seem like a ………

DEAD END STREET (November, 1969)
I remember the nights, after getting home,
(When it was all just beginning to be known to me)
of ecstasy
and the feelings of exuberance

of floating on clouds


of the warm all-over feeling






grinning from ear to ear
engrossed in my whole being

and totally unspeakable heavens



I think this version (worked out many years later) works better.

I remember the nights of ecstasy


of floating on clouds dreaming of her in my arms



and moaning deep inside,



grinning from ear to ear
engrossed in my whole being
at the shear thought of her

heavens of the one hundred and twelfth degree

that this was a two-way street.


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