James McLain Poems

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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She was the sophisticated one meandering
around with nothing on no cares in the world
until I came down.
The chase for tail was endless miles and miles
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my mushroom is not faded,
and the cap is bright white
with a purple ring under skirt.
my mushroom has room on top,
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Judge and your prisons are for profit;
Correction corporation of America,
and not being as mo lases on a winter day.
It is a good investment and nothing personal,
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Sunflower how in youth you stood,
Underneath light is nights full moon,
Neat and your yellow face that shines.
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Passion works, in mysterious light.
And long, drawn out are some days.
Compositions are lonely unmasked.
Chess lost her face without one gambit.
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Surfed..waves..
Wind beat..shore
Rocky teeth..are..
Frothed in foam..
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Brown, fat and deeply wrinkled.
My narrow perch of wait i rock.
Harbors the mouth of my youth.
Breath i lent once slow is labored.
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Cotton mouth...this word...
renders..some..
southern condition....
and ripe sweet breath...
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