James McLain Poems

Speaking softly of all that went on today.
I have weakly said that I swear by your hand.
I have said but you make my head go to bed.
Tomorrow but tonight up against right before.
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Not hearing the rain.
There is a complete lack of silence.
Water that falls which if silent.
Being different from the rain.
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Once more for us as less for some is more.
For some about us laugh as others cry and die.
For that I'm you, inquire about the word before.
Yellow it is old the earth is younger than the sky.
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The snake that listlessly waits.
Sleepy eyed glass it has lids.
To turn out the lights.
Long it is slim there but thick.
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To come and go
and not be afraid of the light.
Again I'm a child and my secrets
I have chosen can you love me?
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There you have me kneel down between,
by your hands being humbled.
Tied down on your bed you read me your poetry.
Pushing down my tears back from whence they came.
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Tonight from all the other ones.
Life which sleep it loves.
Closer at my door shots in the distance.
Shadows to left and right wrong hand.
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Before the grieving, I kept some not all but youth to keep.
And who she is I dreamed she was.
Since who I am, she is the wind and calmed the sea.
When after hell and heaven came to just before.
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Both smell of specifics, exactly.
Did he to you give rank joy.
He was rank because of your excitement.
Delightful, it is to you delightful.
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Are you the dick for whom I ask?
Yes,
Wipe off your feet please on this.
I am not in a hurry.
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