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I once loved a girl named crazy And wrote a song for her O crazy you are green-faced and stupid I love how drunk you get in the morning You smell like the country I can see a piece of hay in your mouth And your eyes of green And the overalls coated with dirt I saw faith in you but then I once found out it was myself That I saw faith in O the genius in me is a rare antiquity That has gone bad I polish it on every occasion My sweet genius I can see it floating upon the air ** The Animal The pigeon man ate my heart out I saw him sitting there but he didn’t see me As he fed the pigeons Three pigeons on each leg and one on his shoulder My father sleeps, his one head out the window I cannot hear the sound of thunder in this wind tunnel I cannot speak The things I have seen while giving flight To a love that was underrated My heart belongs to a lion I love his pelt and covet his heart O animal, your heart is wise beyond your years I cut your paw and you tell me in a whisper To never leave this place So that’s what I do But really I want to know If you will throw that fat stake upon my heart And give me something that is worth saving Like the gospel of lions or worse yet, gazelles That speak so gracefully within the wind I touch that gazelle speak and it is as pink as day I leave it upon the ocean, that pinkish bird that speaks to me I let it fly upon the palms, o let it fly My pinkish speech that I once lost but now I know Will always be a part of me if I only stop to listen *** By the oak I saw you You monster you snuffed your nostrils at me And threw cigarettes upon my face And when I ran away You grabbed upon my ankles And pressed hard your teeth upon my buttocks O buttocks what are you anyway But a spirit meant to transpose I love you anyway as you run fast away And fast you know things I am meant to know Behind you know the ones that croak behind my back With orange beaks that are meant to be beautiful O the things that are meant to be organic but aren’t Like Sunday school, that’s not normal You should love God all day long I love God in the way I love poetry But he doesn’t know except that I feel love For him, his great beard which is the mountain above you And the one you sit upon O the red splattered light that hangs over the mountain That light has rushed through me I felt it beating in me and did not know That it was my blood that coursed through me O these sunsets of God **** When he and I are together, it just feels like love And when we are talking and laughing together It feels like love And when we are hugging and going places together It just feels like love, it feels like love And his eyes on me and the way he looks And what he says and the way I feel And the things he does and the feelings I get And the songs that play and my mind a racing And the Spring racing before us and the sun and moon And the low light of the evening With the dark trees silhouetted and the birds aflame It just feels like love It really does I don’t know I must have said it all wrong.
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