Green Lovely Babies Poem by James McLain

This world of yours which is to me somewhere.
You know it is not because of what I know.
And at the top where it leads me is what.?
The tree full of me and the bush full of you it makes a stand.
And love when it does all the wicked things you described.
Like the whale of which Joanna,
opens the mouth very widely in order to swallow the body.
Any creative thing by which you are satisfied.
Full to bursting with love of good fortune.
The limbs of each tree when exceeding your expectations.
Between the moon and the sky either or combination.
Is there a warm pit?
Is the water it exudes full of life?
Someone gave you life, I' It pursues?
While death sprayed from the top hits him hard.
He of himself and she of herself,
when one is asleep have combined each dream between.
Is it he whom flows like the Mississippi river to the gulf,
never helpless, she enjoys the likeness yet to come?
What kind of ring, could contain such a man as that?
Making little green expectant soft lovely babies.
And I am borrowing from the stars is the intelligence of that.