U Can Keep The Peanuts Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

U Can Keep The Peanuts



Verb, verb, verb you hurt my nouns
making me trust the tics, tremor is.
I need you, blind are my days, without
dark notes, beating breasts, in haste.
Fingers, twirl within, kneading my mind
to, into your fire, painfull are the eggs.
Will you come back for your chickens,
I will feed them the peanuts, with you.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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