James McLain Poems

Too split the chicken with it's own rubber neck.
Hungry eyes see the world for what it is.
And wine is fine vinegar to mix with each salad.
When we go fishing and the pigs home alone.
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Below-each open harness.
I watch his-hidden madness-
Your face with many-colors-
Behind long hair- lips too move.
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each twisted Rose; and it has before.
and some buds can barley be seen.
it lies next to some old flaming Orchid.
wherefore Lilly is now a simple tease.
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hello...did..
you hear..
i'm all in...
or i'm out...
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too-it came suddenly
and covered you; all over.
it is more than a fist full of flame
that warning you touch in the night.
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there while you slept; being blind.
i see with my hands and they
discover a way, then become
lost around them and still i feel.
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one brown eye it does more than wink.
and the face it puts on comming down.
even when the large thick blue ropey veins.
and there i stand alone in the rain at attention.
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When-your not alone;
at home when you are.
The politicians spread fear,
there at school they know.
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