James McLain Poems

I do hope well, thank you ma am, but I am
not hungry.
I hear talk, well kinda,
it is mostly all about your sister, and what you think I should
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I have no time to
eat snivel'its you...
Snivel me thus.
I hear no snivels.
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I stand at watch, this dream caught.
Issued in, hers, it wiggles, in a gasp, free.
Disguised the hand, mediums, one portal.
The finger, under lip, pinker, sleeps deeper.
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she ask ed it,
dressed in green and white,
escorting it away,
cloths taken,
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Even i am in you, i am so cold.
You just add another coat, blanket out the
voice, of me inside you, crying.
But why?
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It is lush, tropical, fruitful, it is never to hot it
never snows, it is always ripe, it is waiting, to
relax in between the petals, a rose so pink
weeps, the small streams trickle by on either
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They are exposed, S.O.S., lighthouse
in the know, spinning
short words, hacked nerves,
blood guts black crusty gore.
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Her room so lush,
her manoeuvre is, in hips to sing.
Inside the door hangs me,
color, hues, silk, fades
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I try to understand the sky, weather woman
says one thing, sky would do another.
Why worry about some umbrella, no one needs?
I walk through puddles, just to wash my feet.
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