Skant Should Be Her Wants Until Poem by James McLain

She, a tigress - high strung, bipolar.
universe unspung, coming together again.
Together some place that is not here, stuck in a space
By the death of another,

Yet you are still alive and do what people somewhere
Else do, until through the death of another
Takes place
And then you reapear here again instead of there
Or somewhere else.

Or Hernando County would not let what is said,
Instead of here.
Appearing there over night to stay,
I swear to God.

And by what is said or not said for me and she
Apart,
Learning the game, having the wits to know
What is real in life
And you just flow at her feet and up her legs
Back out of sight just until.