Their Dark Horse Poem by James McLain

when I am with the bee and you, when you came.
it can never withdraw from such change.
standing tall in the bushes.
you explaining, I never seem to listen.
I am only yours not that horse, just a man.
are you schizo affective,
colors disordered the birds that walk with out landing gear.
watching them I sing, coming open in from the sea.
nurses watching the nurse I watch.
finest of fine all the doctors telling none why.
Clearwater's hottest their finest.
as I am their dark horse.
green too continue I am producing.