Basket Case Poem by Kris Whelan (1971)

I don’t fear the dark just the daylight hours,
my beating pulse at twilight gives me extra powers
This is how I fell from grace landed in the basket case
I’m not the kind to hear dark calls or voices in my head
or thinking that I’m Christ reborn to resurrect the dead
But this is how I lost the race and landed in the basket case
And you’re not the second coming who’s fallen back to Earth,
just a lonely misfit lying in the dirt
So I just left without a trace and landed in the basket case
But I liked the way she looked at me, bowled me over true,
all the beauty of the cosmos in a sea so blue
But to some I'm just disgraced since I landed in the basket case