Hidden In The Belly Jar Poem by James McLain

That blood red dress.
That dream.
I carried your heart.
I simply.
That it was not ill intentioned.


That on this day.
That Other Ship Forgot.
That place I feel when.
That smell.
That place where I go from.

That voice in your head.
The sun never could find.
Was to quick.
Thats just the way it is.


When the beast is unbuttoned.
The beatle the bee.
The bees are about me.
Trying to hide in the belly jar.