James McLain Poems

Plucked ember this flight
is journey self less with
life song dance
is listen watch to
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To embody serene quiet ocean
warm moist dreams full
eyes stars is need
to temple holding
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Some how I have three
she called it a gift I say
it is an inconvenience.
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A buzzing bee doesn't have s*** on me
I catch the black bumble bee by wing....

You tremble at my thought of you with
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If there are any flaws
into her veins they fall.

Sitting in a box of
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Sometimes I hope
for an asylum
in you a flower
not whiskey slums
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Under a pile of space dung you found me....
You, not all but some stop at nothing...
Moving piles of it to take the speck of me
in gold you see.....
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Floating born of fire breathing air standing
water drinks the earth......
Origin is lost many flames desire have
quenched our path in fires eye..........
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The patter of banter less rain
without substance drains vein.
Bottomless they float up from
the top of living moving lips.
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