James McLain Poems

.......... with each gentle squeeze
grows plain moss brown or green
and she would only me too know it
how i love the rose and windy days
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and the toe above me, it rattles,
shakes and rolls me off like rain.
and each new outline and warm
imprint left within is you too view.
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You are not a nun; on off to bed
and they can not understand you
and if they did, they would have
taught you to just go and be careful.
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and parting two leaves; them longing.
wild oats what they feel, when i watch.
and gentle each breeze, it starts them.
while stalks tremble and flutter apart.
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Dust now floats around me,
from the family bent unknown
betrayed again from within
naught for being righteous,
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So what! ...lol..Will I die..yes..
she waits I wait with her
we wait together
neither
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We owe more than even our grand
kids can pay who are we kidding.
Not me my ATM stopped working
I guess it is out of money, but why?
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Shell of defenselessness
i rip it brutally
open
tearing the soft oink flesh
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Felt me
up down wrapped around
sunless sleep O pea
no pod fell out of
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