James McLain Poems

Deadened; He always groaned
pace it he could feel the hot liquid to start to assemble
his stones
and to swallow his axis.
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inside your boy friends mind
a simple set of pulleys
some few gears
and if you are kind
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Butter Cups of today,
Marrow and zucchini.
Ripe and tender tomatos,
red or pink.
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Fire, I know it burns it is hot.
this flame is the flame you/I got.
To extinguish.
Touched nevertheless,
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Thick full bodied faces, testing deep each breath.
Of muddy rain aching eyes, acting as her tears.
Grey dawn hidding stars, how he stole my only friend.
Daisy's shedding blanket, partied slumbered on.
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On the cold floor
I am but a fading memory
dispersed through the light
unseen upon the floor
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Under the Bridge of Tears,
Moon has closed it's doors.
and even under the silk it covers me.
Rivers and rivers.
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That you got the country girl
from the back woods to wash your dishes,
do your laundry skin your cat fish
even dual equipped
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It is as if it is a deep golden dream,
one flap, a tent of yellow silk.
And when the sun is with it,
is it highest fresh and full.
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Old,
old man walks up to a little\large girl, lolly pops.
Inside,
she walks inside
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