Homeless Sex Under A Vacant House Poem by James McLain

Torrents of rain blindly flying hair.
Crying in torrents, hair is matted knotted.
Skull to skull, my blanket used here others laid.
The light dimly, cracked her features of.
In the buck her legs touch the bottom floor.
Discarded old food long since rotting in.
Dirt floors, high ridges, open secret doors.
Bodies musky, bieber funk, feces spread about.
Oder's of the prior user whiskey undistilled.
Backs against the wall, kindles smoulder.
Not knowing how many unwashed bodies.
Hopelessness, impassioned tearful pleas.
Acts of desperation, please hurry come release.
Brass shells, spent hollow human bodies,
boxers, panties openly discarded.
Condoms float adrft under holed wooden floors.
A fetus in a mason jar sits around the corner.