Selling My Whore Poem by James McLain

The [sun] [the] beef you/I purchase with out streeet,
the very first purchase of my life and which falling;
I have and thus you as well; held secretly within hearing it beating within your heart minds dwell.
Street girl sales and pulleys,
you shouting you my characteristically like the ocean it fills.
I In compliance with you and you from each angle,
us/whom and mine quiets you in/out and age respectively.
Slum and lord this over and thine rents each crack and the pebbles,
in the fire and when you and I being thus again.
Being young until, it ignites.
I am your thing and like that and i am not but i must be, not;
You I see are 1 blue eye of my heavenly separation: speculating.
Your and this wet the green grass which plays,
pulling never cutting the sun drawing from the ground
and one time when three the height came in sevens
gentle each piece made again and little more than I, escape.
Your 1 ' Is; Sun' cry not to call,
order not to be in order not to mine it trembles in side.
Goes out and the characteristics which waits above was famous,
the grape, the trembling hand,
it's Even unto the thorn
and the rose which fumigate the mingling flesh;
Respected and the price I/you bleed in expectations.