James McLain Poems

But I on the other hand.
You on the other side.
where my roots are rich with thee.
Every breath inhaling love,
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Over heard a secret told,
And once outside I see the sky.
And all the clouds as they float by,
What I've seen and heard won't cigarettes
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...............O 'daddy' i'm..
and coming in through the door
she says
O 'daddy'
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Hear our living voice,
grow silent still.
The day grows light,
then dark the Devil's will.
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The low throaty dissonant rumblings.
Bestirs a bush of sharp tiny thorns.
The green leaves in shadows form,
as the humid air,
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No one wants to sleep in this bed but some must.
The state has a taste for pasty death.
Witnesses testified as much and so they should.
Pale well fed better than some on the streets.
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Up and down the children cry.
Each wait their turn to be.
Children think on days like this.
They all learn how to fly.
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She doesn't mind the great length
or the girth of it.
Bushes without leaves
are not green as he kisses it.
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What is love?
An avalanche of snow an aching heart.
It comes but once and let's you go.
Love is what love is a swelling heart.
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Shirtless morning's high noon
In the shade
On the horizon rain might come.
Bass guard their nests on the warm
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