James McLain Poems

For a great many in times of high stress
life lowly comes in and death quickly flows out
or a great unexplainable perceived threat
that would leave one
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Back and forth see spot run, see how they run away
not to the media!
They keep turning to the police
for help just one false authentic story line.
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Darkness falls when fluid over comes the old white people
whom look by their pupils, dilated scared.
Windows are smashed
the crushing phalix is a force that pushes more in deep inside me.
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I was once in the past and still am subject to, as are the many thousands of people
whom plead guilty to crimes not committed, every week across the U.S.
Dressed in that Orange jump suit like a prisoner of ISIS waiting to be beheaded.
Turning my worst face sideways towards the cameras, undiscovered.
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Open doors and walls to high sun rise,
his seeds the other sought.
What one wants the other has,
strange Gods some people have.
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I was never sold
on the prospect that I would grow old
but now that I have
now that I am, certain things I have learned on my own.
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Where I live in the Geto I see small children
that play in the streets.
For some strange reason unlike the whites they don't think
some rapist hides to steal their children away unlike the whites
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Waiting to die I have talked to the dead
not since I was young have I seen so many faces.
Instruction by them not knowing their names.
So many of them are touched in the head none with wings.
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Gentle night the wick has burned
loves crush was enough
should tomorrow rise before
the sun, I turned to ask.
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We don't want to hear about what's
out of date and
out of style, the word has gotten out
you're not that smart
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