Precognition Poem by James McLain

Growing up in Tampa,
I chased and caught every thing
that moved.
Selling rattle snakes to the ice cream man
for two dollars a foot
at eight and nine I kept the money.
I had many mouths to feed.
Unknown to me I heard more than
one voice in my head.
Whoa unto me if I didn't listen.
Latter growing up I kept it secret
those childhood shrinks were mercyless.
In my forties I participated in a sleep study
in Hernando County Florida.
Midway through I woke up screaming
about tornadoes.
The news the next day reported that
dozens of people had died
the night before, again, I kept quite.
Then in December of two thousand and five
I drempt that off the coast of Miami
a wing had fallen off of a plane.
It happened as I had dreamed it, all on board
had died.
Now even all the medication I used to qwell
these dreams, now don't seem to work.
People such as this unlike in the bible
are not received in their own country in spite
of how it's hidden, others here can tell.
Despite the screaming.
Hear about my nightmares then forget them.