James McLain Poems

These are the sturdy women.
Women whom wish to make a difference.
Women in control of their sexuality.
Women of etiquette,
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I wake up every night at Johns, it's 3: 16 AM
The window in the room looks down the length of the alley.
I have long since had this dream, of living above
this alley.
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At Dickinson Elementary in Tampa in the early sixties.

I watched my school principal
through her window
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Experienced
and highly educated when before them I stand.
In my latter year's now upon me.
They expect from my lip's something profound.
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Why do you allow them to do harm to the children?
Like a dumb cow
you just stand by and watch and allow them to do
great harm to our children.
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Without heat it was strangely warm
to the touch.

To rub them made them warmer still.
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Falling,
a leaf from a tree
child of a bush without leaves
whispered the wind
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When stretched out full around,
a ferris wheel and though my head throbs full
though feeling it should not.
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It is to still,
strang bubbles wafting from the bottom up
and pop,
the smell is as if people have farted
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Could I wait a thousand year's
to know what I do not,
to live a thousand more or less
and learn what I could not.
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