James McLain Cities Poems

Cities have weekends, us unable to function,
Once vibrant and lively, now yearning to function,
The hustle and bustle, now fades to a hush,
As urban dwellers seek solace and a safe place to rest.
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There you have me kneel down between,
by your hands being humbled.
Tied down on your bed you read me your poetry.
Pushing down my tears back from whence they came.
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When cities sleep by neon electric light
diming light by the sun, it increases.
Is it not from the steeple
which flies out the bat which I,
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