Royal Purple Poem by James McLain

Royal purple
Would you, even now
in all your purple,
stubbornness's
agree, that mouths much
so familiar and yes, you know
should have checked the beggar
at the door, of screams.
Blackboard shrillness,
breaks the chalk, a loud males voice
is in the wrong,
trembles exhumation to unfold,
the hoped for dream.
The liars island, holds the dying, walk upon the tears of sand,
libeling the same cut tail, over and over again.
While the sea gulls eat whats left.