James McLain Poems

Dear poetess, the huntress
I know you are probably male, so i know,
you know, i have issues with males..
Sometimes i have issues with females to, rarely.
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The little wooden horse you gave me, when I
came home from hospital.
I watch you through the window, in your smock, planting
a new garden.
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Rib are exposed to white.
Wind breaths on shadow.
Birth one seat is breached.
Love of my hull, was patched.
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When i ran through the wall
i did not see you crying, so I
am sorry.
you claim to be a tyrant, yet
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Thousands of pin prick lights
eyes, above, everywhere I look.
they are, Watching me.
Harder down they stare, Fumble
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Heartless beat, is fixed mind runeless...
She grabs one vine after the other, sleeping
in leaves tea water.
The bush hides my face, the rose is blooded.
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Yes she has been my friend
for over two years..She is yes.
She is buff, real buff to me, she is.
She knows every thing, every thing.
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It is not depression..no it's not..
Your mind it races a thousand miles..
per second never knowing sleep...
..its peace..mental trauma makes
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Mother..show me..ok..
how do we feel to see inside
of this cool soft wind?
I clutch to your clingy..mother..
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