My Normal Is Your Xanax Poem by James McLain

A buzzing bee doesn't have s*** on me
I catch the black bumble bee by wing....

You tremble at my thought of you with
words in kindness truth prevails some
hail upon my head some wish me dead...lol

Mountains fear me if they trip me back
I come with dynamite they show me dawn
early lite beneath her cloud.....

Patience for mounds of verbs I have none
left for nouns.......

Play the radio the songs go in my head a
thousand times an hour all at the same
time I write and cook and sew my name to yours.....

Pleasant is the present scent you wear to lay
me down to sweep your mind of thoughts not
forget a dream of me tonight.......iip..) it(sweat..