James McLain Poems

The words are never confusing
like your words are to me.
Love is not a word to me, am I in
this for sin, or just you?
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When I crack my lid, and the nurse is over me
with her scalp, I can tell by the glint in her eye
she loves me.....I see the scalpel....
..it's better than nothing, released, ..
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It must..it has to be..
it just must...or I would
die..alone, full of all the
worlds new, barrenness.
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Sulum dies is dies.
Sulum dies denuo is spiritus.
Sulum bud is brings, is
pinker quam unus pro.
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Hello love goodbye it changes, changed you not, except for her.
Where I once stood with youth no longer do I feel the dart of love.
And stranger parts I played when it grew light in me the lark it sang.
Did I to you about that ever say,
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Greetings to you, all of you, I again promise.
To all of you, but not them.
I never said,
never have I said, that they are blessed
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Many like we, I came before.
In single file under the eye,
watchful of your every move.
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Pearl handled my friend
used to belong to grand papa.
Dead he has been for a while.
Criss crossed my inner thighs
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Blocked by the state what we dream is nearly here.
Have you been locked out of your own head.
Feelings of angst more not than of dread.
Never knowing when again they will come.
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Looking down from above at the light.
Frantic the pace set by all as they talk.
By she from her whomb at my side.
Bring him back, hurry you must he will fly.
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