Crooked And Bent Yet Straight Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Crooked And Bent Yet Straight



Some while back
I was within and without
it was not a thick hazzy fog nor that of a long fading dream
here where I stood near you.

I could see most of you
looking out of the bright green stained window.
There were women and not to few were the men
and the colours they shone none the same.

I thought you knew she said unto me she was straight
I was bent backwards in an awkward way sitting up straight
losing time far away from the center.
Living one life I over heard another one speaking of death
having lived such a life where none lived.

There were readers like you watching people like me
doing what they do not to you.
When people like you can have such a deep need for.
Some few were neck deep into sex
while others engaged in promiscuous ways that none
like you had a need for.

Others drank and smoked crack
there were many others I saw and described that reminded
you of me yet mostly a view of your mirrored selves.
Those that have egos as big as the void
were down on all fours giving out favors to those
that held a higher office but hidden from you.

Your imagination's how it runs wild
knowing the same you wish you could do to your selves.
Is this why subconsciously you love what they are.
Knowing they are what you aren't I've said they are not
the twisting of bodies into ungodly straight knots.
He screams of pain where she gets him off in some old mans world
where Thirty's to old to get up.

Hence you don't fear what you should and another ones gone.
This should make you warm and warm to cold when it's hot.
For those whom have lived in the light they now share and it's
all what they promised to you
and false prophets they have delivered to you.
Now capitalism is to take some of your lives if they can
and thus your children you will eat out of tin cans.
The water will rise not like in your dreams no more nights
will you dance in the rain.

Monday, October 14, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: philosophical
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James McLain

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