For One Lonely Child Poem by James McLain

Confessions that fell on deaf ears
so what if we
never owned a bird that could talk back
through the year's
to state what was true of my fear's.

Except for that one lonely child that
every day must watch over
my old flame, my untreated bi- polar wife!
Who doesn't know why,
she drink's cheap apple wine by the gallon
every day.

Though in Hernando county it still rains,
the citrus tree's and her rose bushes
I planted have all died.
Love of my life from her sinners life
sprang forth love
are there no sonnets that have I written
that could have covered all of that
I have wrote.


She had a soft mouth, two silky hand's
with lips that drove me north
and without warning drove me south
that drove, Google earth up over my house.


Here now
where I live
a new
landlord is here
and not a
single liquor Store
in sight.