James McLain Poems

On hands and knees, I stare through glass
so glazed of memories, inside.
It lays there, safe inside behind the crowned
metallic black of night..that waits blue keeps......
...

and being joined..
singular...too share..
two queens..
participate......
...

cotton steals...
large breaths of night...
blind...moons unveil..
clouds bottom..
...

and lily...
kept her blooms...
outside..
her room..
...

from salt and water
scallops fanned
thoughts...
cut and bloody hand
...

Time began for me that once and never started
and I made once the past to start a new day.
Time swims off leaving skulls of white cups,
and eternity trades in your pieces-your snow.
...

Recorded paths held them open, clustered
never discussed, closed too Sylvia-private.
Or why the flowered petal closed, holds
ghost's down memories lane, unnamed.
...

and i once said....
to you
then..may be...
twice....
...

Monkey, you walk on the bottom of the sky,
and if I were like you what then of me.
Monkey, high in the tree and clouds around you,
and like cotton they are as you pull them apart.
...