James McLain Poems

Court houses, where secrets slept,
many were the dreams,
where fire ate regularly.
Space now shuttles it back and forth,
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It is cut out of pink,
vain, marble'above
drained to a sea,
below,
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Like smooth red clay,
with a one handed driver.
Rubber trees, are owned by who now?
Do you need it, to smell the road?
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Regina Rose a Pink Nex,
Ordo men tumbus volturius vultus row.
Centurians puter ut nemorosus centuries curvus.
Lux lucis primoris placitum ut telum Pierce.
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How, I got so high on her
many thorns let me know.
Shake speared Romeo
Juliet's gown was not torn.
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Washed, Is it yellow...are they still?
Do the stains, lay mounted...in frustration?
They are from the pink flying pig.
They could be pearls..
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Nurse they do not like you either..
They know..you do bad things to us..
You make us sleep untruly is..you bend
our limbs when we sleep/..happy is our dreams.
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So wear is these big tears,
you dripp, no plops on me.
I, snivel, I snivel) it(s..you sound
like a new sewing machine.
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