James McLain Poems

How could I know you do.
Each breath you hear me catch
and know it true.
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The blues they are coming,
blue yummy.
Yummy running from her
I'm coming.
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I know he was a brute to you..
You gave the swine every thing..
The perfume you wear made him
dare you..know he's gone.
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It is clean, it knows it is, it's
still the waking nightmare
of they the others when all
they do is yell, it makes it
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On my back I
look up floating.
In Between two
beach balls, softly
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It is because of words
that wrap inside your mind
like silk in winds
that cool your face
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Those are your lips that I touch, soft angles
soft left and right curves.
It is on my eye,
your mirror that I gaze into them with.
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They pull fish out of thin air
calving to pieces so thinly.

Maybe it's your heavenly i like.
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