living in manhatttan saw it all

here I am sitting where Jimi Hendrix sat
I swear the seat was still warm
at three years old my best friend was autistic
he would only talk to me when no one else is around
i have out-of-body experiences everyday at naptime
and i watch my own cartoons at bedtime, much to the distress of mommy
one night i dream my way out of my crib (covered by a net)
through the 7 locks on the door to the apartment
and down the 9 flights of stairs
but i slip on the last flight and scare the doorman
boy - weren't my parents surprised when the doorman woke them up
banging on their door and returning their child
so that was the 60's
the 70's saw my parents' divorce and my return to portland