Sometimes, Is Funnies Poem by James McLain

yes, once, just some times,
backward in a thought
when light streams out,
hilarious so is much stolidness.
whimsical, lips curl up and inward,
revealing, a sharpness.
so crowns of queens fall out,
is prince rushed in, squeezed.
eruptions, of mercury, the dentist,
cannot remember to drill one.
the chair of anointment, left giddy,
to roam, in her plastic mask
looking into mine a reselection,
incurred, rushed so, much hurried.
blushed in timidness-es, funnies patch of glass.