Karen When You Call Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Karen When You Call



Passion flows out..voice..
Hard you still cry..for it..
Is it still open.. the bush...
does the rose...dirt bed..
Still bloom...tracks on grass..
after three long years..dew is..
My thorn..it stayed bloody sharp..
so bloodied..little beast impaled..
You flush in song...humming birds...
that sing at dawn..hush in quiet..



Seven..July..Two Thousand Nine..

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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