Vanilla Blackberries Smoked Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Vanilla Blackberries Smoked



Outwardly before I came here I was happy my case worker said,
inwardly my eye was self-conscious,
free as a bird, like a moth drawn to fire,
then I died.

I am the two whom you know, born of knowledge from birth
few have found.
The people I meet have no secrets from me, I can't keep.

My isolation, is not any different to me than that which
I had before birth.

From down below I am bombarded with your primitive images
about having sex,
the work that you hate and your introverted negative thoughts
of those feelings you have of yourselves.

At night when you dream I am there in your head and that
the images that I see only makes you feel worse.
Knowing when you awake I was there.

I watch the succubus
that you fantasize about climb on top of you.
Sometimes you can shrug it off though most of you can't
and a lot of this is born from the her, you can't have.

I am keenly aware she's is no different than he
and waiting in sleep to be popped.
Thinking no one is there watching or listening.


Your superficial customs to me, are as your borders I keep
when I choose.
Even though unlike you,
I like my job thus by you and through you I improvise,
unlike most who in life never lived
and filled with tears and regrets then have died.


After living inside of your head when in sleep, it is there
and then I decide what you need to believe just to live.
When I tell you what I do, you sink down deeper inside, I get up.
I sometimes wonder if there is nothing wrong with me.
Maybe everyone who's awake is right.
Maybe you think I rearranged your love of life when I died.
Your vanilla blackberries in sleep I have smoked.

Friday, November 4, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: green
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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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