James McLain Poems

Wingless I ride the commode
transmutation into boneless
chicken hen pecked
rolling head
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Was borne blind
i cannot sea the
path know matter
how narrow i am
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Enters an atom of births dawn
fires free in conceptual roam
natural being touches circuits
electric tingles brush fair skin
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Misses the rights time of day
no place left to place a watch.
Left turns make bumps in the
night knowing right turns out.
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