I Talk In My 'Head', So You Wont Hear Me Poem by James McLain

Corncopia smothered wine the cheese
i eat from your mouth
it matters not if i dine upon your cheeks
it lays heavy.
Of men I know nothing about, why should i
they should all go away, so i could please you
as you deserve with thick hard words.
The disclaimer.
And if i injure your parts you did) it(for love
none other has placed it
any where would i so lamidly foolishly soundithly
crookidneckidly and sideways the way you like it.
Cucumbers and
large feet that fill your lips instead and too quickly
without pause or rest, all the time non stop.
i only..Pause for unheard sounds.
the test of deep time..