James McLain Poems

The swing, pushing you over swinging
is his light/right such incandescence
over the brightly colored water
as it falls up you are even swifter.
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Mars is as to Venus
and around the moon under the sun
while a fire is burning
my mind.
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Walking past you have
paused in the moment of
my child like eyes.
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And even in the clouds
beings,
as soft as they are
moving about in and out
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Many times
and being
that it is the dogs ball.
Where her gold fruit juice, is desired.
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Silicone valleys large complete chest,
there was a regular size in Sis, friends, and pointed,
directly at me the other of my sisters
and their smaller circle of her friends.
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The fog drapes, kissing the mountains it hides.
and the rose inside the green house he weeps.

You want love it sleeping, deep there inside.
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Kissing The Mountain
The fog drapes over,
kissing the mountains it hides.
and the rose inside the green house
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A special place
that none
may find
where winds
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Upon there face
hollowed line
doth etch.
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