Dreams of My Childhood

Perhaps it was
the old Sand Dunes
Tavern, the uniqueness
of living in so unconventional
a manner.

Or the realization
that we were different
which came to me early on.
Bert’s shame came first then

got picked up by
me, and though we
handled it differently, it
was ground in that never

odd place which
also was the facility
of great childhood ad-
ventures. Am I now, all these
years later,

a product of that
time? In part, surely.
But last night’s dream, set
there, featuring brother Jack,
and a truck

load of mud, and
an MGTD, and great
confusion woke me in slight
despair. I will have to form this
day in spite

of that jumbled mind game.