James McLain Poems

You came the same way we did, i don't know how,
quite now, crabs are getting away.
You will when you get hungry.
I think you will find that the cobnuts, have quotients,
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Being, it's just,
delirious tuna.
I just know,
there are millions of plates waiting,
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It is so blind, it saw eyes, mouths, bodies, feet
imploring it's paint, it's beggars land, stroked
by hand.
It's can, faceted as one gem, dripps only you.
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The y of it..
Is the sun asking why..why..? ..is it sunn or sunny,
keeps asking why..heavy is it, without the y in it..still.
So it shuts the y out of it, even after the why of it
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We gather the sheep for shearing,
only those who hate the taste, of a fast
woolly sheep are fired.
Like every thing else on the ranch, they
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My plate is always out side, full of bread.
I should stop feeding grain to those pigeons.
I must have gallons of the stuff, what is it's
use in the city?
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It looks down, upon it's self
wondering how it came too be,
that she fav ed it tied and bound,
on the other pebbles this ant now carries it.
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Memories grow up.
It almost was what..
that little bit of..what....
It almost fell down off it..
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