Eyes Dull But Happy Poem by James McLain

old pictures of those faces like yours l' see
and “fishing in the panties.”
particularly the white fishnet crotchless, bald faces.
there is part of me which should be more daring than that.
but is not usually only because of fear of sharks
and that you lived with for all my childhood.
to be the sliding silver mullets
and the stinky small sardines,
being spontaneous should be a part of each our nature
of body, mind and soul.
forgetting the years psychological of It for me.
it is not easy to be so open,
hairy your face, blank stares and eyes dull but happy;
to be spontaneous because of the years of the life with
unexpectedness of life's night time familial suppression's
and of all the alcoholism in my family.
it helps to employ this method to help it open up
and the police officer to include/understand it needn't
prepare so many tickets, when i speed.
a certain part of me,
probably the part which does not remember
the first memories,
can almost include/understand your deepest need;
to be a personality' in multiples.
blessings with you,
to have courage to divide the moon with me.