Grey Moldy Mind Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Grey Moldy Mind



The patter of banter less rain
without substance drains vein.
Bottomless they float up from
the top of living moving lips.
Unequipped pierced lips move
in a nonuniform manner split.
Spilling left over news without
a papers pressed clean diaper.
Boldly flowing not absorbed on
even the tastiest chunk of cheese.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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