James McLain Poems

People are no different than cows
when confessing.

They moon in the phew.
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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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Dirty her mind cannot stop it is out but how
of all the nights before she shut her door to
heart rubs hand.
Did one of them pull it out of messy me dirty
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Blessed is her hand that holds the key
the lock is heavy on my neck.
Blessed is her other hand as well.
All her dirty little secrets forced by she
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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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Milk I live only to drink your milk
milk of honey, I love, milk
milk on skin, dripping milk
milk from the tip, leaking milk
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The temptress ravaging mind of thought
her deeds merry Kay
she could be the lion
kicking my abalones but she wont
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willingly knowingly hopefully true
all of that which i said to you.
thick or thin brings up a grin
seeing you dance to the beat
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