Childhood Issues Poem by James McLain

You're issues those were you
as a child, and you try and
try, and you bring it up, being
soft and or hard..each vine
grows too long and they hear
about you and i'm right there as well.
The gym while i look straight ahead.
While others pick their pimpled face.
Forced out, each new erotic and bare
there our issues, we must never share.
We slip over the bleachers while
the breeze wafts up your skirt.
And so my face stays blank as
it all ways does when i know it grows.
Lost as it finds it's way up deep inside.
So she never knows and i never tell
why i bring him here, too hold my hand.