Midnight Thoughts

Sometimes, in my journals, I'd just clear my mind and write whatever came to mind, sublime to ridiculous. One sentence without relation to the other. No sense of right, wrong, impropriety, or concern if it made sense or not. Once in awhile you get strange results. Don't know if this will work, it's chancy, but, what the hell, I'll give it a try... Wonder why some moments etched into memory for no apparent reason? As a kid, a rush to be the first to wake up, so we could get on the swings my father built before anyone else stole the only two seats. fear of nuclear war ever pervasive... first kiss, first love, first girl... she'll forever be the first, and never forgotten...enjoying smoking cigarettes...lookin', feelin' so mature...rememorable New York parks...murder before me 436 madison ave...so easy for one to make a fool of themselves...I'm a pro!....being a young "greaser"...childhood baseball...the joys of candy... climbing sturdy huge elms in front of house. lilacs, lilies of the valley...swamps ...later...