James McLain Poems

Females, Girls, women, 's algebraic
Men, some impossible way, is beer
foam denuded, then they pour all the richer bodies
down the drain, it Grant's d'Estaing.
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Such women, water to life
blanch petrified, when one
tries, to help them with thier water.
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Lest you do,
while yes, you lay in sleep.
You turn, as if on a long bar,
lost, in it's steel.
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as children, we heard about the house,
we walked by every day, many of the
kids we went to the first and second
grade with we never saw again.
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i lay in my bed, eating popcorn with soda,
it is next to the mirror to your room.
i see you, in your bra and white slippy, your
radio, keeps my thoughts from your head,
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I only hate him, hand in his,
when we stand in the mirror
naked, invisibile, macho.
In his lame, boys, fuzzy, peachy.
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i look inside my eye, this picture takes, confused.
a poster few, ripped like you, so tattered.
the cocoon a bed, centered piece, warm diary.
pinks, scatter underfoot, frilly, soul of many unions.
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yes, once, just some times,
backward in a thought
when light streams out,
hilarious so is much stolidness.
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when i got, it, i fought it,
i gave in to it, to her, any way.
she looks funny wearing it, i try to see it's
humor, it is blind to, it feels,
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