James McLain Poems

and even as your 'teacher' watches 'you'
and your each drop that falls on me, your rain.
and i am tired and i am thirsty and it's only just apart.
and we are, as we now are, it is love and it is art.
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And when voices have no say.
We go away,
to other places where we learn to play.
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Deeper than purple plums,
so warm are imbraced.
Heavy with dust in the air
it makes you sneeze.
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And now I musnt get sick or ill
In my old age.
I fumble in my bag for reading
Glasses.
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Distorted by old age my wrinkled limbs
curl up into a ball as I fall asleep.
This is where I dream of being born again
I know that I am clean forever young.
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In retrospect you think it over long and hard
The life I've lived and had
And the seas I've crossed the shores I've
Had to walk,
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Any one who lives in America
and draws from it's cornucopia of treasures
and wastes what ever talents
they may have and doesn't do there duty
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The child the sun would tan; and eyes that glow
and body of youth and hair that sweeps the earth
high the tree limbs knew his feet upon the heart.
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From wells bottom; and of tears,
and dying must be ever so alike,
and falling into the last aeroplane.
Grab at your chest the zipper rips,
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If you want it, and did you,
and in passing, you over it.
And even in trees, the moss
can be seductive and alive.
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