Portsmouth Poem by James McLain

Standing on the edge Portsmouth out back.
And It flowed from him with such force,
the flow from whence it ever came.
Two directions either way above the other moon below.
From the same source two releases before the door is closed.
And all watch as it a sail made taught when it is seen transfixes.
As for him the tightened abdomen.
Which is lower than of that and can be crowded full the pressure.
By the dawn completely where it is to go home snug and warm.
Feelings which tighten the new belt but only she adjusts.
Delightful because of this she said of each turn at that.
The range of vision which upon it when to deep returned.
and it becomes to cloudy when it's seen deep in conscious thought.
The descent down hill was worse than all the horses climbing up..