James McLain Poems

Rib are exposed to white.
Wind breaths on shadow.
Birth one seat is breached.
Love of my hull, was patched.
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When i ran through the wall
i did not see you crying, so I
am sorry.
you claim to be a tyrant, yet
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Thousands of pin prick lights
eyes, above, everywhere I look.
they are, Watching me.
Harder down they stare, Fumble
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Heartless beat, is fixed mind runeless...
She grabs one vine after the other, sleeping
in leaves tea water.
The bush hides my face, the rose is blooded.
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Loving darkness, pure is your kiss of death
the sea on your lips, white are snow flakes.
One is worth all being said I give to you,
by the one true self- only worth to you I give all.
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This Jesus thing,
anti-gay,
Uganda, Arizona,
discrimination you feel.
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I lay on top of the bed, quilt clenched tight
knuckled white paler in face, to wait.
I wait every nite, my nites run into a mile
measured backward into me.
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Iron clad monitored the dance
shooting spit balls
Is it does not mean it is without
effort inside.
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is to cry
is to flinch
is to scream
is to fall asleep
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