James McLain Poems

At the center of my poets head
in addition to being called
by she whom I know that she is.
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As for none of us the we
and as for you and me.
My first impression when I saw
the wealthy person
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I said I do
to the
Pastor
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But, for one inch of fingertip.
Where she touches me
the right hand
her with her other next door of the wall
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I can only dig you up
so high
then down you come
again to the ground.
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I am sorry I thought you were a woman.
The body becomes after teenage suicide
and my agony superficialy she knew.
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When you did what I never did
and everything
is repeatedly starting,
the past
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Bipolar class
goes the same way.
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As I lay here drinkig sky Vodka.
With my favorite dildo up the moon.
Waching Led Zeplin as I think about you.
Because you may be to young
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It was so cold last month
when I fell asleep, against
the wind exposed long metal
rail,
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