James McLain Poems

it is not very hard to understand the why of it.
though the why grows wet with it.
and being wet, your panties cling to those leaves
of reason he left off, unreasoned with.
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Some teachers don't understand
that most young people
are not born
with all that they need to know
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Sparks of light help too guide me the way
from the darkest of shadows night
and words
are the waves on the cusp of her shore
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But be with him
flutter upon gently
and as fair as he is now
make air with loves last kiss
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and if i 'said'
in my short life
i had served prison sentences
totaling.
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here in this, my darkest
of the nests
a cell
contained inside the living womb
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i am hanging on, though it was fun
dare i tell them, lest they
how in the open like the sun.
the sad clown, is never changing
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come; do you think that i will?
if ever.
and even thinking about it
the after birth.
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When i Submit too your cross,
and the altar remembers me
not from you,
i took only warmth and less pity
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Returning to the house she opens the door,
so widely, and still keeps pace of the rising sun
without being late to you,
and being attached, keeps as you.
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