I'Ve Slipped And Broken Something. Poem by James McLain

My spindly legs gave out no one is here
I cannot wait until halloween to be or not.
The last vein was used this morning by
a french person of dubious nationality.
Breathing into this reed thingy is open to
communication with you inside this box
I am embarrassed that you may not find me
this way when you arrive to look at something
of interest not assigned to a bank yet..take one..
Action is the last thing I need she came back
to flip me over one last time to check my wallet.
She smells of sheese and anchovies they still
move on her breath it is sweet she bounces up.
Shortness of breath expires carrying me to you.
The ambulance man came they took her away
rolling me back over on my face bottoms inward.
Thats the story of life on an over dramatized island.