Leaving New London

Leaving new london – sorry for the beer I spilled on your floor. And I’m sorry for the vomit that was just a bit too far from your bathroom. But I added to a song from Skidmore, and I read poetry to poets [No one but poets seem to support poetry.] and danced under a sky lit with love at midnight. I lost $20 in a poker game, saw a show and started a revolution.

I did New York for a week. It was nice. Lots of nice people. I saw a movie – it was a good movie, “Good Night & Good Luck.” That movie left me with a thought that kept repeating… “Brutal Honesty is best.”
I love New London. I swear I do. It feels like home. It feels safe.