Flood Of Fools Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Flood Of Fools











Communing here and thinking what......
sore infested scabs
moving water flowing
oozing more than pus
of blood once
red.
Drooping pockets filled with notes
knowing verdict doctor spoke
leaving trails of flies
to mozy
Wednesdays never moving,
Thursday after noon

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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