Tenament Hall Gossip Poem by James McLain

As for worrywart needful of certain poisons
and laughing rut/rat
is they informed, being us who does.
When is not being informed
by the door where hinges creak in need certain oil
as a fisherman would know
belying a new filtration symptom of green farts
where the oil which gets the bed even wetter
and where hiding in the soiled windy panties.
Why wear her wound by the ring pink of the thing
our daughters often tells us very careful
feelings
who pursues rut/rat to sound of our youngest son
whom are given to licking the cat
by the solar light/write
when it the moon shines
clearly as an art
and is shadow leaps
back and forth, grinning teeth exposed
and through the paper thin walls
is many thought lips being queer,
many old-fashioned tenanted apartments
from it's sound rains down upon those gossips
holding on too spicy jars filled and hear such relish.