James McLain Poems

Suicides of so many Poets.
Before there was help for mental illness
And it failed my health and for love.
Lest yea forget who you are.
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Writing
and never reading
is the same as
talking
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Having been here nearly ten year's.
I get so many
requests from you to read your work
and leave a comment.
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Sorry am I, if long enough
I'm sorry, if you left,
Unsatisfied.
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There is no one home but her,
And my shadow lean stands out upon the wall.
My boxer's that she wears are but a door,
The back door that I have come to know to well.
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Because at midnight when normal people sleep,
She and I, we can not not where they do,
and evening where it ends and morn begin's.
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I can never rest and sleep again
And think of you, against the silence
that I speak, I speak of you.
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Soon you will begin to feel the wrath of this
our next new administration.
I would advise you,
to read every book you can get your hand's on.
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Dear, will it be enough for me,
Enough for me
That we talk and each day,
And you hear.
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