James McLain Poems

It is you,
meeting it,
on the way out of your window,
last night.
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Again it is existentially diminished it's trail
being as Ursala, phenomenally unbalanced to find
a way, without pheromones tail of spears.
These hers, it's trail mixed with other crumbs, one
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Only with your smile,
the bigger the smile,
the bigger the wave,
that washes over you.
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It is, no matter, that the rain, softly it falls, into
some ground from me.
Weary it is, that i am, i am to weary to be
yet i am with you, in this, your rain.
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I had one good finger,
left last night luv, the knot,
it canna help to notice,
You have eleven, now.
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It is fine really,
ride the light of the sun.
It only shines once a day,
peaks of light from other eyes,
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i hear them talking, two girls, telling, to talk
one on top, inside the other.
redundancies, as girls do, uncommon famous
for, untill one forbids proloquium, she blurts out.
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i swim for my life, every thing Rich's,
big parties..
deep swimming pool, night times,
blue royals, wazoo.
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