James McLain Poems

Above each tower - open Independent,
each new mystery of this the month.
It is classified at one/\two degree angles.
Will you not then, look again, it is there.
...

Where do we go,
and did you not come away from it,
and did you not know.
and why are you still afraid to be told
...

And as for her watching and as for me,
concerned as to think of the warm weather,
or that we want her in the strategy which can be delayed
deliberately whether or not you fasted,
...

It is, held close in.
It flutters, with face.
It's two wings, held.
It is song, it follows.
...

sometimes
it helps
too
be
...

it helps too be pretty
and
love could i
and yet
...

That astronomical scholar, sleeping you, 'searching out
the water of life, found carbon monoxide, sulfur dioxide
and other fundamental parts thereunto,
past there strewn about,
...

I look at her every day
those wanderings, 'what it is like to be a girl.
Riding the same bus for years.
...

we see you
watching
planing it all out
in your heads.
...