James McLain Poems

So much so little so sorry
I
have not the wisdom
of tree.
...

Fair is the weather sun shines
halos blond hair braided tails.
Nests hidden eye towards egg
flavorless dye know differences
...

Is your patch of red cabbage
mixed with fish is good stew.
Tasty is the salt of your sweat
left in vinegar stain silk pants.
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Perceived heart mind others decline
comfortable is the couch of denial.
Triggers are chiggers on flesh inside
soft flesh one annoys other is blind.
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I am weak lost in cups so hidden
within boundaries of my perimeter.

Soft endangered undulating waves
...

You slept not that long
in lethargy's dream
climbing latters.
The latter was asleep
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