Bink* Plack Poem by James McLain

Frigid stone cold flash of heartless pain
staining windows view.
Thoughtless dreary misty eyes lost them
at the rocky cleft of mother said.
Careless love freely passed around small town
whore of thought т о nuzzle а т my crown.
Robes of care purple hued brilliant as the
ochre pure thought of you to sing a
carefull song.
Wagging trumpet mouth piece broken
voices all on fire.
Next we meet wont be so sweet you
think you've had it bad.
Trust apart it trust gone bad.