James McLain Poems

i can not come often enough;
and it is luck that lets us rest,
upon this grassy ridge.
and the stream beneath us
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You take it for granted;
especially,
in front of her your friend.
Coming out of the pool
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Confession Of Two, Ants
It looks down, upon it's self
wondering how it came too be,
that she fav ed it tied and bound,
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What is a Ten,
short. tall.
Authentic, a little untrained
table muscle
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It's Both of Theirs;
Perhaps it is today.
Every day one or the other
put off by tomorrow.
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Being not genteel and good night;
How do you make me say good bye...
when I won't even say hello...
and you wanting me all that much harder...
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I am there within, sweet belly of that ghost,
And so kind she made no bones about it.
Elixirs muted magic engraves the host;
How long is time it's longer than most last.
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Each psychotic trigger;
is one picture of your self.
Each time you look around
and see your self,
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i hang on that cross,
and you did you know.
and feebly i show
as you drug me there
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Only Time,
only time, only time
can tell it why i left
why i left
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