James McLain Poems

In supple pines this tales unfolds,
A verse where passions are untold,
Between her legs, a subtle lure,
The demise of men from ages past,
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There is no right side being on the wrong side of fear.
Orange prison jump suits that we make our own wear
treating our own inhumanely
that America would kill if not for the money.
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i am so fat that when i sit
you must use both hands
to hold them up or at least
untill i am seated.
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Days and nights..
Lay together..
Waiting for the eye..
Of the tiger..to..
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Frail winds now blow
through my sun and it is a struggle to speak
thoughts which i lay to rest
to cover your clean cotton shield.
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Beside me is still some water; and therein I lay,
sloughing off bark where mossy patches dream.
Funny how time lets dreams float away, down
stream, while the forest moves it in, ever closer.
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Love,
can it become stronger in death..
living in death with her alone.
I sit alone,
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I grew even pinker, with each
passing verb, she tossed and
slung at me.
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