James McLain Poems

It is the mother;
who uses her son or the daughter
because the feeling necessity
where the mother of abuse
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Death looks at a flower and you screaming,
I am beautiful, look, look..
look here I am, come and eat me, alive.
Death hovers, smiling, never waiting, walking always
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A bird and one little, bee.


And you are scolded black..
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Words are tricky.
Sometimes sticky.
Diplomacy a must, of trust.
It is why.
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Deeply so much very deeply.
Color of my sun, comes more quickly.
Salted palms,
sweating blood is my thickness,
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'Boys' and 'Girls'
One grows moss.
And one a beard.
Both keeping pace.
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You're issues those were you
as a child, and you try and
try, and you bring it up, being
soft and or hard..each vine
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The Dark Alley;
Is long and lightly lit
but dark and right out
the back window.
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Here
a dream
you hold me
here
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Using the minimum of effort,
which is necessary in order to manage each contraction.
This helps with fatigue.
The leaves are beginning to rustle.
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