Tomorrow Is Gone Perhaps Poem by James McLain

When I was not unlike you being young
Unlike me most were why lie where I laid
Such a boy out of their range, I ran
My dad the marshal tucker bars
Silver dollars pasties, Minsky's paper ones two
Movies cool hand luke
mustangs red bullets and Steve McQueen
Under the age of ten
Up front introductions to they reading lips to I watched
Men being squeezed until they popped woman laughing
The rear of the curtain like panties seen through
Joe ran and still runs a clean place no condoms strewn about
Which I used To walk to the top and bottom of sort of
Winos are not allowed even now
They had known that I am there
Color deliciousness only now to my eyes the years
and be hungry of those because of fifteen
No need to be afraid I was not back then like they are now
Now under my window, as for those whom pause
the way the height shoulders the chest were bare
The smell of every flower combined apart together it is strong
But not as strong as the hands and arms around me
Time is not it was it is now
I simply a standpoint and the watch
Tomorrow is gone like a dream she will come perhaps