When By, 'Clearwaters Finest Poem by James McLain

No laws broken.
Yet I to them by he, not she.
His sargent, when appraoched by me
thus said I am.
Ashamed for what is he?
Being from New York I wish.
From that drug induced this was my sleep.
Move or thus recieve,
impaired and forced by he, confesessed I was, did he.
Broken trust when guns and this is when unnatural
I liken death I lay in sleep each night in fear.
I have no wish to die, the open were I hide.
So all may see each witness bear the truth.
When some must lie.



9: 30 P.M.
10 Novemeber 2010