Often Because, ' I Know Too. Poem by James McLain

..................Often Because, ' I Know Too
Often you are there, because I know it too.
On me, 'frequently too frequently by yours there it is.
I have said you must not stop and you must never quit.
There bye the bye, it is not over, here not yet.
And I am your heavy cow, 'love is your milk.
And you must it is so often, turning over, adjust to this fact.
While I lay next to you, I am deeply sleeping.
That it is in these hard economic times when
awake late at night and your lips when they are feeling.
Whether or not, 'I, am yours, his or this is slowy weaping.
I am “your” problem if by this your hand it is I, held
and or it is fixing this your problimatic, problem.
And you do it without talking, so comfortably, I never knew.
Never waking from the dream of crossing over.
Being pulled by my silver cord, pumping back.
You call it the necessity of the milk of life all over.
which as for me as for you and when after
always before I obtain, a every comfortable position,
as for me for you adjusting yours to satisfy
above it pumping that is flowing sleep, 'good going.
When everything is placed, just,
as for the pumping process, there is nothing like this pain.
If your/by me there is no displeasure of the full feeling, of it draining
because I do not pump as you do, and you put it just,
then clear satisfaction at first, and it is usually, 'their, then is yours.