James McLain Poems

She put the hot end of the crack pipe
In her mouth,
Naturally it became infected,
Henceforth she is known as the lip.
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Frozen light is love the choice is yours,
And the dark unfolds upon it's self to reach inside the test.
As more arrive than leave some come without a soul,
And he and she do good and do not age.
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Placed in the getto by my case worker that I once
Thought my friend.
Isolation was my life at my age, near the end.
Forced interaction with people whom steal, living in fear
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I cannot hide from your gaze, I see through your eyes
And a kiss from you is a cloud that moves so slow across the sky.
Night's, night's wrapped in warmth but cool enough to warm
Your lips, lip's that when kissed are lip's I've not kissed, each kiss
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I was born in the open, hidden in the clouds,
A shadow on the wall, closer to it all,
I came from snow.
To her the one I speak who tried to pry me loose,
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When you forget me and in the future
I am gone.

So much was by us both left unsaid
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