James McLain Poems

My exwife because she can, Judge Neil he said.
Hernando county Florida, where once I lived.
Janna Burns she is dead,
one self inflicked gun shot wound to the head.
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.......... with each gentle squeeze
grows plain moss brown or green
and she would only me too know it
how i love the rose and windy days
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and the toe above me, it rattles,
shakes and rolls me off like rain.
and each new outline and warm
imprint left within is you too view.
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and parting two leaves; them longing.
wild oats what they feel, when i watch.
and gentle each breeze, it starts them.
while stalks tremble and flutter apart.
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You are not a nun; on off to bed
and they can not understand you
and if they did, they would have
taught you to just go and be careful.
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Your face I touch, it is hot and dry
Warm and ever moist deep, down inside
Clouds that cover dawn a face withdrawn
Weeping in view, my finger circles drew
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