Phffft ~~~clues~ Poem by James McLain

Most rude people always digging
and digging
in my trash trying to unearth the
nugget the pink pearl of
passion played out
on the screen.
That is your eye looking yet because
of the smoke rubbing your eyes until
the retina is nearly detached.
On a softer note I am a man, I am a women,
I am the eagle,
I am a women close to me that I went
to prison to bury seven years back,
I have been the nightmare of dreams
that the sand women my queen
had but known would have
shaken the sand loose from her mind and sccrrreeeeaaammmeeedddd.