James McLain Poems

Cotton soft mist drips onto my face
are they not the tears of the lost
all around gathered near.
Torrents of life flooding this plain
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Speaking in my sleep blackest of sheep
wool of the soul eyes of pink when ill.
Lambless heart of proffit drives the hand
hard chains sweet chest of dreams.
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Dear Dead Bed,

How do you cover my quilt on bony racks of ribs
your pears are green with molded cheese
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It is a perception rippled thought
is it oceans precept deepened.
It is hallowed water shallow not
is it tears of salt mindful sought.
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It is with breath that we pause waiting for next
is it again next that we have drawn yet gone?
It is the net be it your mesh filled us with song
is it wrong waiting so long pride of pink dawn.
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Clever pot at rainbows end eye will ever find
bound colors bending beaten bows of gold
fancy high britchs sigh that happy flight in air
streaming hair fingers bare their clutching wind
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Frequent shoppers
are we all
well in quite the honey drew
from Bonny knobs
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Zebras stripes he gave now black and white
do you think when those stripes are backwards
the klu klux can decend?
Average Joe when plumbing the land mistook
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Treasure lifes boards of bond known
Waters oil trickles source from stone
Palms finger lights a center to home
Lasting moment crowds love adorne
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