James McLain Purple Poems

The hair length black medium straight.
She makes me shiney.
Principal description of property.
Different shades of lipstick.
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As for your coming out and being squeezed when ripe.
The setting the sun,
purple grapes dripped around vines, making wine.
Yellow is rose,
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When I am an old man I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my social security on brandy and fishing poles
And underpants made of satin, and say we've no money for a proper burial.
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Her fruit to the eye is heavy, full and ripe,
Touching the base
The base that is dripping clear and wet.
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Royal purple
Would you, even now
in all your purple,
stubbornness's
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You come slowly, in thee.
My search it is blind, covered vain.
Just within reach the unused lip.
Bashfulness, stung like the bee.
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The frenchies have
come and gone.
Open receptive
are the grape leaves.
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As for day,
the night is slow, then when it came.
The clock the hands they swept behind the mist.
Obstructed by a ruby sheen clear haze.
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