James McLain Poems

Dusty thoughts, mindful days, everyone
does play.
Classrooms sun, steamy room, waiting
there for you.
...

Without sound hunting down the eye when
shown a grey blistered sky you
know it is.
...

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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You pass them never knowing the acquaintance
of this particular individual has not yet
been made.
Sighing: What is the sum of there individual uniqueness
...

I was nine and raised her from an egg sack all
confined in a small glass jar.
It pained me (aside from the daily tear of water)
that they consumed one another as they did.
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Never ask a question unless you need
to be lied to even it you already know
the answere.
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Mid air breathless
stone dagger
breaks bone
meal
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She does not nag nag nag
she takes a bath every day
she is not gay one day and
crooked the next she knows
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The voices are ok...you get used to them
they are very creative
some times while walking in the air port
I wonder around blurting out
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Trust evaporates when checking
my coral you find the shade of lip
stick is yours.....
You over power me placing me
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