How May I Best Serve You Poem by James McLain

You are
my favorite customer
deceiving lips
cannot be pleased
if you deny the thrush of truth
inside of you
Black or white van goths Dali
camels time
riding trolleys followed you.

Blazing trails
brought home
to village city squares of block
walking bye hellos door I knock
a notched pickled food
thats new to you
inside it always draws is picture of a face
thats always their in you..

Squeamish portrait
of a hand
cupped so a mind
eyes to tear
the paint from all the walls
calling loud
I hear you say
my canvas blanked
from all the days
I anguished thinking nothing new
could ever come my way
yet it is was you...