James McLain Poems

So many lost yet I see
only two feet stuck up
above the heads ears
pent back snarling.
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your stuff
was on fire
i had to
put all of it out
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I will make you
my nurse
tie you down like you did me
I will save anesthesia I will
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Such were your eyes in spark you could
not know then now as you do.
Fierce face of youth in children the photos
yellow now one in three gone as you.
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It is strong fermented thus
from honey is oaken thigh.
Burn to sweet going down
lips became your full face.
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I never knew
how much effort
a denuded face of color
men to you.
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I do not lie to you
why hit the bush, with little sticks
your nest invited my
hand holding all the birds.
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Is only found
by turning
over every single
rock you see.
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