James McLain Poems

Frightening are your currents eddy flow
cast me on lost doves with care.
The skirt of shore this river long so I must
cling sucking mouths of other fish
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Anticipation seen in eye
so clear.
Savoring the moment seems
a year.
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White hot comes to you do wail flailing
gnashing of those teeth tongue you
bite to still a muffled sob.
A dropp of blood you taste inside your
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No application exception unless bold
sprit to unfold in light of awe
all around glance through the window
and find all that's hope in your eyes
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Rocky slope of hope the fissures
in stone would ask.
Many are the thought that led you
here to be of deaf
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Beats staying in class begging time
to hurry on buy
no school bus no bullys
just me myself and I
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