James McLain Poems

She put the hot end of the crack pipe
In her mouth,
Naturally it became infected,
Henceforth she is known as the lip.
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Frozen light is love the choice is yours,
And the dark unfolds upon it's self to reach inside the test.
As more arrive than leave some come without a soul,
And he and she do good and do not age.
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In a wood that's lush and deep and green I sat,
Looking at a path that leads from left to right.
A single lonely figure that was I, and here the fog
Was moist and warm and white.
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Do no go into that bright light that waits.
For all whom cross that finish line and start
This life again.
Yes it burns,
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For over ten years
I have posted here under the name of
is it poetry and a few other names now lost
And lost to time
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I spoke words unspoken, that I spoke for you.
Words of love, words of hope I spoke for you,
I'm all but moving still.
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On the cusp of life that one called life,
Youth all shared, shall have it's say;
Open or shut a dying man grows blind.
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