James McLain Poems

Knowing you have to peek
oil the hinge and sneak.
Creep down the hallway
staying out of the light
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He didn't mind the great depth
or the scent of it.
Surrounded by leaves with long
thorn's to protect it.
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Round beveled square to a frame
bearing hues fading of dreams
maker in such crafted long ago
for whom but a guess many
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Of all our children.
Dirt scuffed face America has some.
Late night Sally Struthers infomercial.
Compassion of the old in their time of need.
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Such as does repose
fine grain.

Polished surface gained
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Short of wind your breath belies
the dragging of your heal in
dust we trust.
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Eternity made inside to grow
singular shape to know
duct of the salt rolls from
this flesh cured spectrum
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Brain to finger pull that trigger
if you do it well.
Brain to tongue why wait to run
one leg won't get you far.
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For the tears thought lost
never brought back bound
unto thee.
For in your home they dwell..
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