James McLain Poems

It is good you have a lot of money
you need no rights when you are
as rich in lusious gold mullet roe.
I am not beating you up it only is
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It was hours
before the Cobb
was
removed from her
...

It is not far
it takes
only a few
short
...

whistling kicking purple
pebbles
is tall grass watching
familiar eyes i copy
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Scared worried harried
mind hers jumps on
whispers
always hears
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It has grown to be more than
i can wrap my hands around.
She cannot touch his face, though
how she wished he would.
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each hidden toe and i wear them out front,
consoles the face of the many more.
you must not keep them from their brother,
untill after their sister has kissed them.
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on no two toes; and being grateful i'm blind,
much was over looked, there because of that.
and once was there then, two sides to every
story and i tended to lean towards the middle.
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there within your hand; deep in sleep it
gently tugs on you, too straighten out.
it spreads out more, each gentle squeeze,
you pull it back and lay it down face up,
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