James McLain Poems

i canna help it;
and hush they will hear,
such is the quite.
Folded clover, salt dear,
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Stop 'Wait and Listen;
and your heart, laid open
so empty..it hurts my eyes.
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and i planted...
fruit tree's..
to grow heavy...
and too find...
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A clock to fast stopped by.
Slow down the moment as if,
it steals a clearer look.
And doors stand open why?
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'You' Planned It-All Summer.
What made you do it.
You backed him against the moon.
Against his own locker.
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and over the summer,
i thought only about you.
i grew a few inches and i
put on some weight.
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One Gap Too Cap
There grows out most middles.
Inside those white cups.
And dreams too be filled.
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That both of us

hath wrought
Into
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Those news papers brings too some with issue, clear relief.
Looking through the capital eye's, right there before us.
Confined inside and burgeoning even light thin fabric.
Testing the limits of compulsive normalcy, I must as well.
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Twin roses and Lily
she cries over them..
both wearing the patch..
It is worn from....
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