Day And Night The Devils Toe Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Day And Night The Devils Toe



When the sun fills the moon
even the face turned away icy hot
night and day cold as ice.

Gay spicy water foam death on the rocks.
I wait for the breasts I'm the beast of all beasts.
Blood runs from the better half that poor boy.
And all the good girls,
how they wait under the tree watching it rise.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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