James McLain Poems

You thought you could beat the system
the system was made for people, you
whip it out while I make sure it is yours
dope brought me to you I am probation
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We have been separated now for three years
you from me myself from my wife.
It is hard to talk of love when others hide behind
other things I cannot.
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Fantasy,
it is of mine
I dream
with you
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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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Marrys seat a bench
folding in or out
stained lead
up to down
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Do and never sound fine together
in calm spring weather supine.
Practiced psychoanalyst it is fine
soft leather coach hold it's catch.
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Like a star how it pulses.
Plug it into her dream.
And what is it like.
Misty snow filled flows over her veil.
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The eyes is it the eyes are they mine.
The way home for most is the same.
When I'm busy with thing's that I'm not.
The fear the unknown all the rest.
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