his name is b.
"Space Christals" by P.A.Donohue
a poem about a schizophrenic i would meet at the psychiatric center
his name is b.
i meet him by the ashcan, his name is b.
he’s a poet like i someday dream to be
i’ve known him at the center where i get
my anti-insanity inoculations every two weeks
he shows me his latest poem, it’s called:
“I am not a Schizophrenic any more”
i love his fantastic psychedelic handwriting
he says he might write some poetry about horses
all i know about horses
is not to bet on them like my dad did
b. is a great guy
he has so many friends
he sometimes forgets my name
if he doesn’t see me for a couple months
but he remembers my name this time
he never forgets my face
he always smiles at me when he sees me
he likes to smoke out by the ashcan
and suffers the happy idiot a glimpse
agnewpickens 
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