Red Necks On Cloudy Days Poem by James McLain

FuchsiaFestival like a rabbit the legend of pie.
Stacks of poets milking powerful pumps.
All the fruit flies come gather to hump the right eye.
FuchsiaFestival comes into a dream
just to watch it rise you watch it rise your nose is.
FuchsiaFestival this your secret too.
My foot inside the shoe outside of the sun.
Open mouthed ambidextrous at last he comes.
Through the window watch your sister goth girl.
And once in the sea being from the sea.
The rocks pound the moons face underneath.
Under shaded trees at the end of your tongue.
I am one dropp at a time I am honey.
Shucked like the oyster and composed when you come.
Not one hair out of place on mount hood.
Long productions it is not forgotten it helps too be pretty.
And colorful to FuchsiaFestival liberalism is sexy to.