Lips That Stretch Poem by James McLain

Flippant bird by rote a voice in tree
is slapping beak off rubber tree.
Laughing lippy lip low pay dismissed
as rubber tires conveys dismay of well
worn tread.
Inside the universal mind when sound
it's lifting wagging tongues aflame with
panting glee.
Pretty feather winged of color tripping
over words that lay unseen.
Prevention worth the ill when tree is cured.
Acting part the path when flown leaves tea.
Noting lips when parted wide as sea the
sky is covered in blue ink.
Gather all the pencils leave some lead for
each eraser gets to the point.