“I wanted to marry a lovegirl,
A girl-only-interested-in-love girl,”
that would be the first sentence
of this masterpiece
Of golden litteratur –
Brap. All the crazy people
I’ve known since I was 4 years old
-6 years old I saw the sun red
on windows of snowy centralville,
and wondered “Who am I?”
with truthful little eyes
turned to the skies of paradise –
no answer came.
I was the first crazy person
I’d known.
Had bundles and scarves a hundred miles
long
Wrapt in my heart of the library,
I had bottles and barts, & Xmas Trees,
and every thing known to man,
including 6 years old ache pains
in the Poxy back.
Was afraid of myself simply,
And afraid a everyone else.