But now I will describe
The crazy people I’ve known.
These things.
My mother would take us
To a three story tenement
on Lakeview Avenue, still
standing there – washlines
of Araby hung from ropes
on the brown porch –
spend all day in there
talkin & gossipin –
lockin and rossipin
and plopperin and
dopperin and sopperin –
-it’s easy to go crazy
I go crazy sometimes.
Can’t get on with my story,
write it in verse.
Worse
Aint go no story, just verse
It was a crazy place to take us, I mean