Blue Neon Milk Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Blue Neon Milk



Explosions of thought
pour forth from the net on this topic
happy adults many still children
of mothers who didn't want to love them.

There is consequently a world
a whole new world
taken from the past and day turns to night
I see tomorrow
it won't come its never to late
turn the page.

Now its nearly to late
just like as you do
such feelings grow short
sadness looks on
as the world is plunging in
and out of
the great abyss
from up above down below
and I want to express
my deepest sympathy
to those of you
whom find yourself here
because
you are coping with out the experience
of not being loved by your parents.

This is a topic unlike most you have mastered
I take it from there
full control is your grasp of
as blue particulates explode on to the scene
and I have little to offer but
moving streams
except for the shudder
as I tremble and shake
wondering in awe
drenched in blue neon milk
and like dark matter and where it comes from.

Saturday, August 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: green
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kevin Patrick 23 August 2014

That closing is phenomenal when reading this I get a feeling of hopelessness and despair. Even the title conjures up imagery of synthetic fabrications of maternal instincts, don't know if I got the subject down pat always got along with my parents, but I've met parents who should have never been parents. and have seen the anger in kids who have growing up broken, this hits home. Extremely dark but Great stuff

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