James McLain Poems

i wandered there a little man.
along that broad causeway.
and every hand that pulled him up.
the other slides away.
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Death-it is more;
than it's circle of teeth.
Pulling it's neck from it's socket.
Red pricks of light, dripping form.
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The door left-Ajar.
By the last one that came.
Many colors run oft too center.
Yellow-round blank-milky eyes.
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Windows fogged up front and,
recessed from the rest too see.
Up one hill and down into others.
And smoke drifts about our heads
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once i stumbled upon that secret;
wouldnt i wander...
by those clouds more often.
and apples sweet taste without the tree
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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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