James McLain Poems

And if I grunt to hard
inside the moon it's why
I'm pushed outside.
To feel
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Some have gone there with out dying and even fewer spend
more time here, leaving death behind them.
Moving towards them where I had come from, others saw me.
Chaos below me I am watching people dying.
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They are the many not unlike U.S.
whom in their rush try to cling to
what most here have taken for granted.
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It is only at great expense
that silk
can be spun from a worm.
Worms you see swell
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Once again I have stepped out of
myself
it's nothing more than that
no confusion
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I can feel the sun upon my skin
a sun so hot,
a sun so bright, I'm forced
to rub my eyes.
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Rain it is light, it is soft, it is wet, it is rain.
Rain I pictured it as it floats down
and if each drop of rain it missed you, I did not.
Being away it was I know to long
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If I could but place the blame
on alcohol,
needing that one last taste
I can taste her breath.
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Wherever you are..
he was.. there..
and now you're afraid..
He is..tired...
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