I Can'T Hear You..So Die Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

I Can'T Hear You..So Die



blank ears inverted cobs
it laughs
one end is like all
the others
you sell this as
fresh corn
i see your little
silk worms
i eat them to they
are sweeter
than all the wine in the whole
wide narrowly inverted world
you made me watch
blindly
pounding seedless grapes
as i listen to the Rossington Collins band..
play Tom Petty....

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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