James McLain Poems

I traded my lower middle body to him,
to learn to read and write.
My lips and breasts he could not touch.
The English teacher dressed in red I was.
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My aeroplane
does not have insurance
do not bleed on the tip
give it back..yea, o.k.
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Across the years we lost touch, your way was unknown to me,
mine to you.
How did we let our years fly, the children you have now,
were supposed to be mine, mine yours.
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Do you pay attention, to any thing other than
cutting your throat or who laid who with what.
Bleeding bland water your name for a band.
So much has been said by the noun proper
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I have been where others can not go,
I live in vain,
I live in vain, so you may never know.
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Love it comes, don't look down, love it goes,
it leaves a trail of tears most can't follow.
On the other hand, boys weren't taught to pee
standing up.
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Only the evolved prize your one life.
The value of life by most is the same
as it ever was
death is the one thing not reinvented.
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Knowing your past life and you want to know.
Over the course of long centuries, currently, searches,
follow the river to the the sea of no rest.
Knowledge not fathered to suffer so much.
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I had to come to this quite, Neighborhood.
Death is a Pair
held by white bony hands, aces and eights,
it records, according to court to force.
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