It was where I learned to say “door”
Meanwhile a thousand things
Were happening in the Maldoror wood
Of our neighborhood, Beaulieu Street
Up ahead, with rats of rat winery
And pestils and poolsharks
And pests of tenement crooners,
Looners – the dreary population
Of the world in 1924.
Two years old, I sat on the sidewalk
Contemplating time in white sand,
That was up on Burnaby Street.
Names of Silly Streets.
We have a meet to keep.
“Simplificus? Ridiculous?
Immensicus? Marvailovous!”
The wild a thousand and one thousand
things
To do & be done
when you’re a kiddy
of two or four
in the bright ball
inside your mind
of heaven given
joy.