Oceans Of Silence Poem by James McLain

silent oceans
all over the compass
the angle of truth
each azimuth
the mind that was on alcohol
bearing winds
and can it really be as bad as all of that you
loved me,
you said you loved me
i measured you
in and out
front and back
knowing to the nearly
seconds passed and minutes became years
and i knew you were
growing even more
heavy and as heavy, heavy likes
as once i was
before you/i became
driving up it slowly up and down
the coastal waves
stones the ballast moves aside
felt thats brown and pulled aloft
soft you ply
the sail it's jib
and all inside
even worse is the storm when it comes
and as i grunted
and tore things open, soft things
panty things
and fully and even more
deeply adrift
the smallest drop
of gold from where she latter would
it did things to my mind
my body
always thus you could
and i was called your animal
only too my back
and as you began to swell
and swell
foamy waves they raced
it seemed i would swell with you
anticipating
becoming anticipation i became
and you would squeeze them
and squeeze them
until
and knowing no better
and being your man
i did all that you instructed of me
and as i grew smaller
you grew larger and larger
keeping me like that
until i died
and you didn't even bother too wear
panties after that
knowing one dropp
of that was all it took too make me
take you
as you instructed me to take you
off and far away
dumping me overboard
like a raisin in the sun.
not even waiting for another ship
too come across the rise.