15 FOOTNOTES TO A BRIEF HISTORY OF THE JOY ENGRAINED BY LUNACY

⁽¹⁾ Obviously: Being a Lunatic cannot be Equated with “Having Fun”

⁽²⁾ I Will Tackle, Whomever, in Himself, is Possible, or rather: Possibly Illegible

⁽³⁾ I Said: I don’t like looking at the fucking Details

⁽⁴⁾ I Will Pull all of the Grass from the Ground of Grant Park while Pulling the Sun all the more Closer to you

⁽⁵⁾ Even the Hymn of this Beast will ultimately Fall

⁽⁶⁾ It Came to my Attention, that as Soon as your Sun leaves Me, I would be Condemned to be Interpreted as to be Neither “on (in) Mine”ß-----ànorß-----à “what Shored, your Light” and Sliding myself to your Right Side, I am Meaning Here: “bulblight”

⁽⁷⁾ Again: I Declare Before it Might Disappear:--------------------à“bulblight”

⁽⁸⁾ One Tryst for the Fist, Two Kissed for the Body to Persist

⁽⁹⁾ I Press my Bare Feet against your Thighs. 

⁽¹⁰⁾ It is like this: your Face, as it Drops, in Shock

⁽¹¹⁾ And as for your Name: it is there, in the End, (in) Given

⁽¹²⁾ “Oh I Forgot this (in) Fact”

⁽¹³⁾ And this Little Motion which Denotes: “I’m Praying, You’re Staying…”

⁽¹⁴⁾ She Might want to Suggest: the Mind; and you Might want to Suggest: to Speak of it All the Less

⁽¹⁵⁾ And this is the same Sound since the Day you were Born: the Assembling Frost in a Throat, or Perhaps: the Thumbing Repetitions of an Author, Closing his Book