James McLain Poems

why do you think...
me clever..'dear'..
are you not...so much...more so...
than i..thus..
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simply it is a very rich gift you have..
to walk on simply by..
and touch the trees and
make the flowers
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from
the middle
how it oozes
dark rich blood
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Bleeding my heart
her center to the thing always the wind where the girl went, sold.
The loud laughter, under, above beneath the moon
which is not under the large dark cloudy sky.
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Someplace is that place, 'we all seek out.
That place we all came back here, from.
Coming whence to where we all, go back
and in our coming, we were sent to do
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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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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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Dress up around her head, arms trapped
tied properly off, his favorite cow.
The exposed panties being thus completely,
asleep dreamless mouth open 'honest
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