James McLain Poems

Why I Love 'You ''The Lady'
-And she must ask him why,
He being just said, because,
of that and why do you.
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Detached observers,
and features withdrawn
by fates hand,
that scours obscurity.
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What is it really?
Is it within you? ..is it
your lips wrapped
around it?
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You want me, /to be\ one way,
a processional in a circle of friends
to admire, singing songs,
about life in the fast lane, in it's energy
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I can see through your wet panties,
that whores like you wear on purpose.
Boobs full of milk and long fat hard on's.
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Death looks at a flower, screaming I am beautiful
look here I am, come eat me, alone.
Death hovers, smiling, never waiting, walking always
by, knowing that,
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Confused, into bliss, movies, of danger, wet pink...panties
locked and loaded, inVouge, Magazines, with the perfume sniffers
torn out, fully loaded, fine hung cows...It to softens, the voice
and slides down twin peaks, splashing all of it, milked..out in, to drink..
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Without thinking, I can also turn and lash out
with my teeth sharp exposed, do you now, not get
this picture in full...right....now..i am just like you,
so low from hard up scenes, I wish..I were
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When you did it, did you measure with
cups O heart, held by hands of pianist?
Heart is judged, by two tugging starving
spiders who pull it wide, come inside it.
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Then there you are in the soft rain,
Every thing smells new all around you.

As the fish in the pond swim all around me,
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