James McLain Poems

I can't help but to grow even a little more so.
As I watch her.
Walking up the hill.
And well, she struggles.
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and it sounds soothing..
if i could sleep..
and you would work..
as if a bee..
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Behind one cloud lies a sleepy face
bleeding love and it wakes hungry;
and the moon is positioned delicately,
overhead as it shines and it beams.
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Out side of school and never we have.
Each day, down by the ole mill stream.
i come today too dream.
Separately and never together,
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I tried to kiss your feet
before they could touch
the ground. I let you do
as you would, I do not kiss
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And the grass is tall,
so much so as he lays in wait for you.
Metaphors now are but birds fat and juicy.
That can not be caught.
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From the Muslim side of the door,
have we yet heard it all.
Woman and children flat on their backs,
looking up dead at the sky.
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Smooth it's too,
but well weathered.
and manners, Many are seen,
green shoots all around it.
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Gone are the versions, each now has left us.
Older now, as we attach wings too those clouds.
And with each tail made of cool silky smoke, you
it was they whom made me,
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When you had charge of me
and you allowed me to be raped
not once or twice but so many times i lost my self
but being lost i refused to become like you.
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