James McLain Poems

Take his real height; it has gone fair, it is zeal.
The zest that you feel, when it's fall comes spring again.
As the green leaf through the bright sun light shines down
and you see each hand is full.
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Powerless; and deep inside
and that which is, I covet it too parts.
You open up,
too hide it out some more.
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Bottom Halves,
are never like the top halves.
and as i wander into that wall
again and again.
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Chasing blue marbles;
and while I was,
you learned how it was that i played.
and you too there all about me.
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i am tired and it rains i am thirsty.
and we are as we are, it is an art
and i know it is tart.
and as my fever subsides you rest.
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Verb it is you and the verb
in you is action and more action.
verb, sharp verb, slow verb, verb
coming in your noun is a verb.
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She was vaguely aware
of some soft music on the radio
and the occasional sounds of someone
moving around in and out of the room.
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my baby how she knows;
and my baby knows
it day or night she knows.
my baby knows it
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Poor The House;
Who did then know,
such narrow paths,
that led us here.
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Keep him there your happy man,
along hopes soft causeway.
Moons yellow light you hide him in,
cloud faces closer, moved away.
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