James McLain Poems

Pulling the wind as it calls out to me,
fleeting this loneliness, falling and the deck wild nights,
mildness and the water under around me, you shout with the mask
under the moon full the sail the rise of the boat
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When you have felt,
these deeply graven lines upon my face you see.
And when long roads a traveller, travelling pities thee.
The void the stars and stand as one the sea,
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Your hand on a hot or cold is a four fingered glove.
burried inside,
swimming or hurried your face in your loves fluffy puffed out at the top feathered hat.
Beings triggered,
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Have been exclusively on demand and have never pumped.
A few weeks back, I bought a few tears.
(apples and pear trees and bananas)
And a thin box of rice see through cereal.
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Place open palms and fingers lightly on the patient’s posterior
and or anterior to the oiled chest.
Never ask a patient to say “joy coat of paint” or “never joined”
Move your hands sequentially from the apices, to the base of the interscapular region thereof,
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Being Yoked to his of yours is what of that.
That, if of this pink eye of the pearl of this your his intelligence.
I must if I can, when with you if you can, can you not?
Ask but of this in trust but ask this of you, this I must.
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There was once a road,
some of you took because life was like this for me at home.
My dad and both uncles and brothers in and out all the time,
what was left of my self was it worth.
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Who sets up high and reasons does the Judge.

Daughter weeping this one child would not be heard,
Weeping father always weeping, weeps her weeping pain.
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Shadows she does vary lengthen,
glimmers first this evenings burning star
weeping through the musky haze is night
Fireflies weave between the darkened
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She's puts a smile on his long face.
He has been a away so very long.
She's forgotten how she found a way,
around his chubby hairless face.
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