James McLain Poems

Sunflower how in youth you stood,
Underneath light is nights full moon,
Neat and your yellow face that shines.
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my mushroom is not faded,
and the cap is bright white
with a purple ring under skirt.
my mushroom has room on top,
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Passion works, in mysterious light.
And long, drawn out are some days.
Compositions are lonely unmasked.
Chess lost her face without one gambit.
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Surfed..waves..
Wind beat..shore
Rocky teeth..are..
Frothed in foam..
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Brown, fat and deeply wrinkled.
My narrow perch of wait i rock.
Harbors the mouth of my youth.
Breath i lent once slow is labored.
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Cotton mouth...this word...
renders..some..
southern condition....
and ripe sweet breath...
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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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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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