James McLain Poems

I can’t remember
the last time my husband,
didn’t sleep through the night.
I can’t remember
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I Thrust upward, 'Suddenly
It is only because that you move as you do
moving up, moving down
always around and the angles are awkward
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It is five thirty
a.m.
and she is still sleeping
my farting, sister
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She was vaguely, yet familiarly relaxed, 'unawares
of some soft Mel Gorme music on the radio
and the occasional sounds of someone
moving around in and out of the room.
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Guys get heavy and girls get full.....
that's a poem...
i am so heavy,
'you are so full, i am so hungry,
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Even when i was small
i had colors varied
being humbled by many
girl friends
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At each her time he pushed out to her in the handle
as for her who is it upon
collapsed her weeping that blood it can feel
the brown paper bag
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Daring New, 'Existence at this of his time
of this, the Childminder,
Dependability, is beauty of the forest.
Which you can all watch,
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Sometimes i again, i blush...
and 'dear'....P.S.
Have you such, 'green pretty leaves any more as yours
thus ' flushed i grow'
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