James McLain

Gold Star - 41,691 Points (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

A Dirty Old Man - Poem by James McLain

Always a bun in the oven.
Swollen and fat it is dripping.
Puffed out the smile triggers a reflex
about or around often of.
The button I pull sucking I push deeply in.
Whispers I hear above the clear face
puckered lips.
The moon sits high in the sky it is open.
Knowing that people are their to watch
the pain form as it stretches.
Watching you dream on the wall street walkers.


Comments about A Dirty Old Man by James McLain

  • Ramesh Rai (7/5/2013 5:49:00 AM)


    The moon sits high in the sky it is open.
    Knowing that people are their to watch
    the pain form as it stretches.
    Watching you dream on the wall street walkers.
    beautiful write.
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 4, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, July 5, 2013


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