My Normal Is Your, 'Xanax - Poem by James McLain
Buzzing, a bumble bee doesn't have to sting me
I catch the black and yellow bumble bee by it's wings
and pull it out back wards from the open hibiscus
toss it into the air in one single motion, it flies off.....
You tremble at my deep well of thoughts of you
words of kindness and in truth, may i come with you
i with you, can prevail, though some would not
hail upon my head, hear me out, wish me not dead...
Mountains wear us all down, the clouds lift us up,
I come with you each morning they show dawns
early lite and there beneath....
Patience for mounds of verbs I have none
left for nouns.......
Adjectives perhaps, 'are they yours?
Play the radio the songs go in and out of my head
a thousand times the speed of light, all at the same
time, 'I write and look and when my name is as yours.....
Pleasant is the present scent you wear to lay
me down to sweep your mind of thoughts, do not
forget too dream of me tonight.......) it(is sweet..
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