James McLain Poems

Sleep bellows oaring it's head wank tongues wag
scallies don hats jumping rides to mooning cows.
Pleasures milking mind feeble thought persuading
enfranchised cornless room to wiggle harsh verbs.
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It is tribal thinking it thinks for you
thinking thinkers think guilt if guilty
thoughts cannot think become I am
to think is a crime if thinking not deep
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Jumbling imaginings not loves hate
hates love tranquil sea rouge waves.
Fields unknown alien thought thinking
thinking thought loops eyes to cross.
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Humility's dust is unveiled
lost shame
comforts
blue orb
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Fell down looking at love
puppy eyed demure
head hung low listens
as cool skin of hand
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