James McLain Poems

and SOON I WILL GO BACK TO THEY
OF WHOM
I TRIED TO BE A FRIEND AND ONE AS WITH
REDEMPTION FOR MY YOUTH AND IS.
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and when was it yours
or
when was it his
and look not away
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The wind.. whips words..silky thin..
Spiders wire so soft..in trust it clings..
Graves..moan..still..all filled with moss...
Monuments...once dry are..covered..
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Quickly struck..by the wrist..
The oysters.... smile..opens..
Quivering.. pink flesh..it lays..
Gently plucked...purple....
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The rabbit rolled,
in and out of
the great itch.
It rubbed it; s back
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and when you are running up
and down the trees..
one of your feet..
help....while...
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Come soft words
I barely, liberaly use.
And either cup, I move aside
the worlds blown up.
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and much to much
is near too far by much
the sea, the wind
the waves
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In my hands already you have opened
too dance your delicate twist,
and yet those soft dripping sighs
are heard from me every where.
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Queens are trapped from within...
quick ed lines..
Tall regal she holds her eight children...
..out..against..
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