James McLain Poems

Above a sea of pink..
I drift by...
and you open the sky....
I sink......
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Bad things to do with you..you have them all,
and more like that are on the way.
I know the things they say about you..
and you wake me up... and without a tear.
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Judge Noble Thy Neck The Yoke;
not purged,
The law, cannot but lay law less,
closed within those hands;
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Taboo the thought and concept; dripps fear
and the hand of thought spreads you apart,
while darker yet she begs all night and splits.
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Your thin walls..hold my..lantern..
Onions silky skin..glows bright red..
Brown pole..bamboo cook it shinny..
Fresh cut wick..needs..consonants..
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and you can tell from the last few days.
i have too much of one or not enough of the other.
good nor bad this middle and I'm stuck in it and you.
all the ands in the world and gently drawn out from it.
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and i being your dog
i would worry you...
there and there too..
and you would not...
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Their pockets without stain garment's
gain bulk when returned from
the cleaners.
Write in mind juxtaposed Diem feeds
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Leaving me with all her laundry dirtied soiled
not by me or her
making me watch unstable
things trying to blink closed an eye wide open
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