James McLain Poems

Protection from without painted reprint
are you to mirror the mask on the wall
smallest of picture colors so hot to our
touch felt the pain while taking it in not
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Loneliness can be counted on
but is no friend of mine lonely
are my days I can count by the
thousands black is the color
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Among us none stood
moving like magic
gliding feet
never touching blowing
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Knowing you have to peek
oil the hinge and sneak.
Creep down the hallway
staying out of the light
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One, Two, Three, Four
Yellow
Lizard Blue's
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Round beveled square to a frame
bearing hues fading of dreams
maker in such crafted long ago
for whom but a guess many
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Of all our children.
Dirt scuffed face America has some.
Late night Sally Struthers infomercial.
Compassion of the old in their time of need.
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Such as does repose
fine grain.

Polished surface gained
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Short of wind your breath belies
the dragging of your heal in
dust we trust.
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