James McLain Poems

Gala, stop, you kill me, spigot is off
dance for you, while i sleep, pull.
The bird comes, stops short looking,
eye to helm, I know in misty, grass.
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Oh merciful
scallywag my
dad,
that was your fault
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i see you in the bathroom
through the hole, you do to
smoke pot.
You said you were a good girl,
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Most honored Sir: -in jurisprudence,

Why would you,
turn an alcoholic loose with the equity
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You find it, am musse-ing, I can tell.
Verb, verb, verb, do you like action to?
Blurting out stuff
that makes even the president blush, my
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Dali and I cry,
Gala, will not.
She talks to
worm, worm
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She called me fat,
I was awakened a
few hours latter to
some of yesterdays
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Judge:
I am sorry I angered you and your colleagues.
It was not my intention to do so.
I do not see reason as you do, when it is my home,
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Dress up real fancy, go out to an upper crusty snooty place
where they pay attention to everything, but
dwell in nothing, and do this:
Strike up a very engaging conversation with your partner, when
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