Who Else Do You Watch Poem by James McLain

I know you listen, it is a sickly thing
but I know you can't help it..after all what is a name
to die for.
Nameless in life, death grows lame, I wait.
You watch, you tickle me with ice cream, watching
hearing my brain freeze you stop to listen, softer is the flavor
you said...how...?
I don't watch you listening,
my rat that poops has your ear on its back
my house is one big eye, with you floating in my middle..
You are defined, I have always known, you are watching
me hear, with your ear.
Your pink pig flew in, and ate my rat, leaving more pearls...
Heaven waits on things, like you, to come around me, again and again...little white pearls