The Sun Has Risen Poem by James McLain

Pulling further out of it.
I would come when you call.
My dearest, my dear, the white static noises.
And heaven is full of more of such stars.
Today after school through the window, I saw.
Through the glass where your robes.
Both exposed.
One is caught the other never free.
He is one of your,
too many secrets that you have kept safely inside.
Echoes throb off of bootlegged lips.
Bloody some times is, self-sacrifice you have loved.
I blink only green,
one little boy gone a thief in the night.
Thrusting upward suddenly into beth's closet.
The sun has risen, morning has come.
Hush it is gone with the night.
More bedroom noises do I hear, please come quickly.