James McLain Poems

The snake that listlessly waits.
Sleepy eyed glass it has lids.
To turn out the lights.
Long it is slim there but thick.
...

To come and go
and not be afraid of the light.
Again I'm a child and my secrets
I have chosen can you love me?
...

There you have me kneel down between,
by your hands being humbled.
Tied down on your bed you read me your poetry.
Pushing down my tears back from whence they came.
...

Tonight from all the other ones.
Life which sleep it loves.
Closer at my door shots in the distance.
Shadows to left and right wrong hand.
...

Confused intuition.
Until upon it she strikes.
She comes awake because of the coming.
Talking in her sleep and of others.
...

Before the grieving, I kept some not all but youth to keep.
And who she is I dreamed she was.
Since who I am, she is the wind and calmed the sea.
When after hell and heaven came to just before.
...

Both smell of specifics, exactly.
Did he to you give rank joy.
He was rank because of your excitement.
Delightful, it is to you delightful.
...

Are you the dick for whom I ask?
Yes,
Wipe off your feet please on this.
I am not in a hurry.
...

Silent are my thoughts lest my mouth.
I was and remain today still amazed.
Even when a severely handy capped little boy.
Drew the other boys and girls,
...

What does she think as I stand at the gate.
Open gardens,
blowing wind and the rain by her hand.
Open gardens once closed the day after I smell it.
...