James McLain Poems

I am yours where all those weeks in the sun
on the beach and your smile
like the sky and your face I could see U.S. alone
Here in the wind and with nobody else.
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Knowing and thus he knew and passed voting laws
to put half of the male blacks between
the ages
of seventeen and thirty five in prison
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This was a night
unlike the rest it was dark
it was so quite
one could hear the moths in flight.
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Looking through the leaves,
I sat like stone
waiting for a breeze approached
the sun.
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A feeling in the gut
and the groin area would be dripping
moist wet and sweaty.
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Gradually it spread
people back then weren't as stupid.
Ignorant people could still think
and went out of their way to gain knowledge.
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Today is the day
that comes after the horse
that watches you
push the cart.
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Hubris can not bring back
what he lost
if it could money would.
What could you do with
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