James McLain Poems

a Word a Haiti
We do not play on tombs
red roses, turned brown, now dark.
Since there is much heart in them
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'Love' thinking of the loves of the past,
All the loves which didn't bare too ripe fruition.
All my loves of yesterday,
I wonder where they are Au revoir, today,
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I Dream You Float,
Come now please to me.
After having passed them all
and Come to me this is yours
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My hands, My heart, My love,
how they worry over me.
Caught up in my lap,
pray hope, never leave.
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Loud smiths of silence and mighty the pen.
Mighty swords hence, I am spread as I finish.

Slow is the labor, carbon and lead, freed from chains.
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Cowboy lonely is the trail on
so little sleep pushing
mindless bovine through
rivers chalky plains water
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Will you show me how the make up
works to hide..lobotomys scar?
Wern't we friends... Doctor?
I cannot remember how to do some
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People who walk by night and butterflies
Last night asleep you are awake right now
A symphony of dreams I saw inside
She has the courage of her father's mother
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Polite was what: >Queen mum then did ask<: : : :
Excuse me: : >(in a frail crackly paper thin voice) one of those special edition been around the block
used up has been hoe's..?
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Standing there, hush are you so still.
The fog it wraps around you up and up
Angels, 'looking down,
no one here' can see you.
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