James McLain Poems

At the hospital where he works.
Speaking he can convey,
with the ninety two year old corpse.
Mirrors every where warm trees cold bushes.
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You are waiting there at the beach.
Testing the water with one hand.
The phone in the other no one texting.
Ready to speak if you are a new G string.
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Unexpectedly under the sand.
Deeper the well the water is hotter.
Sorrow drawn from joy, holy water.
Astonished opened eyes of the toy.
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The anus canal is the last part of the rectum
before the anus.
The lining of the anus canal when perhaps
it is because of that though more than likely.
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To think of all that you have known.
When coming I stop by.
And trees I see they skirt the open sky.
I look up when you in thought walk by.
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Brown eyes being shaken.
Turning all of my mind lays open awake.
Stating I ask with sigh.
Brown eyes open the center awake.
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A misdemeanor hangs right above you.
Unmet reinvented,
without just cause simply whereof I because.
Safe houses harbor no children, full condos.
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That desired whims and wants place.
Where behind me all I have you left.
Hard pointed, sharp brilliant facets.
Squeezed, I feel the pressure of life.
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My eyes over the years most certainly have.
Watching the bread I am forsaking butter.
Have not faded not being as sharp and you.
My fingers may no longer be within reach.
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