James McLain Poems
|6721.||I Want 'Too Die' A Simple Death||11/17/2009|
|6722.||' My Heart Is Heavy'||1/5/2012|
|6723.||through The Old Oak Tree||9/10/2011|
|6725.||It Is Hard Being Smart||12/12/2008|
|6726.||She Is Afraid, He Is Tired..||5/16/2009|
Comments about James McLain
She Is Afraid, He Is Tired..
She is he,
and he is She.
now lost, loves heart.
the yellow sun.
You once we're two,
and ran around the world.
Inside both heads.
He fell inside loves fire.
his red heart pumping burned
burned ice cold hot.
light did give U.S. form.
Over shadows love,
swept out black coals.
Your smile, twin lips.
He kissed, both miss.
His face, from that.
Bright coals, still hiss.
Now alone again,
he walks into.
Wildwood # 1
Is a secret dark place in southern Saint Petersburg.
In a dark cave weary and weak of life some are.
From the streets to here rabid like dog's the one's traumatized
Shake from the noise trapped in a dream most are.
Wildwood like an ant hill those at the top want out, we are sausage's
In the hands of a cook slaving day in and day out.
Some time's the noise comes, like a plane crash where like cord wood
The weak succumb to their weakness.
Drug's and alcohol from the mirror the seas are not