It is not Holden Caufield….nor Jim Carroll’s antics in Manhattan streets that I seek

It is not Mailer’s American Dream…..or Miller’s dancing through Brooklyn’s banality…. brothels….burlesque….I want……Keep dancing Henry….keep dancing…..

No…for it is Max….my hero Max….who now sits at The Royal Rumpus….Who knows love….who knows joy….and has suffered as well….

Next month I shall escape Manhattan and journey into the wild to find my own Royal Rumpus…Amongst the wild….the loving….

I shall……I shall…..