James McLain Poems

In a Florida prison
From the small slit of my milky plastic window
I watch inmates not convict's, hang the razor wire they fall into
And then are beaton by the convict's for their
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From where we came, we know not,
Going naked Into the dark night!
Like a man without air, without cloud's
In the sky, unseen when death comes but it's there.
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Even as I speak you are asleep,
The telephone.
As weary as you are, yet you still listen
To my voice,
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Like an addiction to marijuana or crack.
Up on the shelf your hands shaking take it down.
It is pliable brown it is oiled french and soft.
It is as if you, breathing heavy last left it.
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Theresa,
After love the glitter of youth
It fades.
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Before there was,
What is today the past was not
The future is.
Tomorow formed from former
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Shoes polished,
Pointed left inside of daddies room
Where I would hide.
There where few would moan and
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I've watched,
You through your mirrored window
And I'll break in to watch you sleep.
Then I'll clean and wash,
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She or he would say,
Confessions in the middle meet
The eye.
Some will in the storm ride out and
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