Painfully Painful Tease Of Cheese Poem by James McLain

It is your crust
hard cheese
on which i nimbly nibble
crumbs fall to your face
I fold you inside out backwards
pouring them beside
a nose of noise some blues
you played last night
drunk on all the wine lost in a single cup
red eyes aflame me down
in beds of grief blood on the floor.

Cover all the noise we dare did make
lakes of fire
words of pills lost minds
transcribe the joys you bare
share the bottom grips in fear
caveless sight
eyes of chicken thigh poor breast less
wear the armor of the land
in pants you have gone bye I wash your stain
of grapes that lashed us so insane
joy is nimble all to quick to quit the floor.