Insanity Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Insanity

Rating: 5.0


Insanity; and the hole,
it is blinding.
And your head, the light,
that spins around it.
even in my strong hands,
your toes,
flutter like moist oysters.
Arched, each back bent,
in some unnatural story.
And the slim neck must
shake off,
too each milk filled eye.
While the head spins around,
back into the hole of insanity.

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James McLain

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From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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