James McLain Poems

i may say it, i may play it, yes even
you have felt it, in you alive, it swells,
it is true, what you feel, is it's truth,
nothing false,
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you would carry me, upon your heads,
deposit my belongings,
on that wooden scared, apron scent your stove.
wait untill the frenchies hear what you have
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To make you a word,
UN repulsive, soft alive,
sharp to cut, blush to rush, is experiment's,
half of life.
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As you breath it,
it rewinds your stars,
again.
The comets fly as tears you void,
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Most like to wipes it, is on some thing,
other than it's selve, sore thigh your yet
Instead it, is
it's blood upon you float, not touching.
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It always looks down, at
fairest crown, is tan dots
of her calf, always helps
She must, know it is sweet
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Is it, that your days are busy, full..?
Only you, know where they may take you.
I do not, know mine, where they lead me.
I do not complain...I...must..
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Does not making you happy, with a snappier pink,
make you excited? Snap, snap...your lips did they...purse
this word, or discard it...?
Who would not die, to scream her oinks all there life,
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when the white silk drapes, come open at night,
my whole being, anticipates scenes, that were
forever lost to me, as a child, until she came.
she comes back around,
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People come to see the tree,
I look down, inside each nut,
I am, outside, looking in within.
The sea of people, are all
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