James McLain Poems

Look at us!
An an ant and a flea.
Flea crying says mum is gay.
Flea you are here! How is it true?
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You were stretching
when I heard wild flowers.
I said you were gorgeous.
Touching my arm in that bikini.
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Bathed in colored pillars of light.
Chastless your heart once it was mine
was as light as your eyes
and hefting too they were heavy.
Lest it shut out chastity as once was I.
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Pure golden rain I have gathered honey water
which is not sifted by sand nor soiled
having depended upon the rain that falls
of the many people whom raised you.
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I have three complicated vibrators.
I keep in the shoe box under the bed.
Before even more recently I have thought.
That one or the other of my beautiful daughters.
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As a result of moving away
from the changes, these changes.
Some parents brought up with the strictest codes
are moving their young woman away
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Coming in from the darkness you step forward to me.
You are the victim
and grabbed I am by you from behind.
Covering your eyes so you cannot come.
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It is time to focus of the button.
In order to avoid the habitual offer
being old exhausting all power.
Job of the hand to draw up characteristic release.
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And comes one day,
the white swan is lost among the many.
That so many can be crowded around the lake.
And that occasionally that one is loved,
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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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