James McLain Poems

When open petals
longing sigh,
and You become.
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Moving throught it as I firmly slide,
always on top
I sit the sun shines Iris down
green marble I'm astride.
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Are we not so very, as my pants fall down,
you laugh, I'm choking, looking joking really cool.
Fingers moving swiftly covered mimes.
Glazed plastic monkey, major, minor bees.
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I am glad I got my revenge
when we were little kids
for what you are inside
and the pop corn
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Do you?
Can you see the man?
He will stand?
He will not, will he.
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She was always talking about it,
or where they both were going, with out this.
Can you get more randomless?
What kind of open line is this to end a conversation?
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I am even now in thought of you.
I am never moving then and now for you grown still.
And yet of what I am none ever seem to care.
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Mostly are, they lighter or of darker hearts?
When by a common string all hang.
Below within that branch none seek, I speak for.
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Naked, you are me when we are tiny both.
The sun goes down untill the day is born.
And you inside withdrawn upon the island sea
when undertows let go this world is all I know.
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Islands,
stripe the road.
The ocean,
but it tarries.
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