Love That Lop In Love Poem by James McLain

Freedom from expression numb top halve
of mind that rarely works.
Frag-rent thoughts are sleeping hear them
snore in bubbles flopping
as you sleep.
Freeze write there while in this snare a noose
of verse you peep the dare
I found.
Fair the wind that fills your cheeks the verbs
such tonnage testing all
our years.
Fried tears the fair we wandered hand in hand
kosher salt no heart attack while
standing back attack this
heart of mine..