After The Gold Rush Poem by James McLain

Therefore she spreads the lips,
and the cheek opens,
and high above the moon is full tonight.
Snakes for a tongue, she knows the way
as a tremor starts the bee begins it's buzz.
Ejaculation to the exquisite stellar shape which
stars can never stop the light when men are blind.
Muting destruction of such intensity that the bouncing earth.
intensifies it even worse, she the translator, ' So inside;
Shape of [wash] which the mouth is full of.
And you come too receive your share, after the gold rush
and for she who is included the head the neck of the girl/boy
who jumps around the mountain and the marble where the girl
exposes, it is white to burn the wood or start the fire.
And at first glance or silhouette those off reflections of the wood
which does the shape of the leaf, green and vein y
where the pool was dropped and then fell to earth,
empty with the bottom of the star.