Remorsefully Without Conscious I Will Tell Poem by James McLain

So you did do it, after all
standing there injust your
bra-think is to what from
me one v neck is like another
space occupying by bent
mind lost in time..so i forget
to tie my shoes to your tiny
tip lip pouting, you slapping
me fall down while you stand
over me lusting in your fine
penmanship forging a union
in trust...well it is! not to them.
i hate screaming into your big
chest it bursts all over me hand
is never far from your cup..try
and write a better paper so we
can take the short cut back from
your pink sunny day tomorrow.
it is going to make you slow down
to read between real lines insane.