James McLain Poems

You pulled
the trigger
It's suicide
gunsmoke
...

While I wait to see.
And as for her and as for he.
I wait for no one but for thee.
Incandescence when comes youth,
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The good lover of myth is youth.
Puts up with the possibility of growing old.
Being proper,
I look to each full seat.
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The aura of air,
around them, it is.
Some of their brains,
may even be.
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Back to the forest
and streams.
Back to the light,
you I see.
...

it was only because of the way
you did it to me
keeping the main subsection
always in the middle
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Birth of a butterfly
But with him
being gently
as fair as he is to you now
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Caroline, when free a wee strong thing,
canna loved too fly upon her wings.
Lovely wee 'Oh' Caroline, weren't thou are mine,
I cheer too wear thee proud upon my bosom,
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Timid and the hand of the woman, seeking him out
has affected the center of the man, for the better
great are his groans and repeatedly
going to the woman as she undergoes his seizures.
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It is the mother;
who uses her son or the daughter
because the feeling necessity
where the mother of abuse
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