James McLain Poems

EGO faint procul sapor.
Madide Is planto mihi.
Incendia vomica meus cruor.
Vos victum mihi iterum.
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Every one knows, The kind in Pentonville
you will find, lol...all in tears,
at night when all you hear are screams, they
will find you..when you are bad, bad, bad...girls and boys...
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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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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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Bad sex it only was unable to walk away
I have scrawled
as I crawled across enemy lines, I call.
Isolated self identified
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