James McLain Poems

The nasty girl named Sam, I am.
Across the mirror it is lip stick written.
Posing she poses this way and that.
The angles are all wrong as deep inside I look.
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Blessed child of mine Caroline.
It is lovely, it was deep, he once was a person.
The other person.
Never turning back looked around,
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Each boy and girl had the normal irreconcilable impulses.
My sister knew one other girl and his wife the others father.
The counselors green satin panties are up the flag pole.
She is neurotic I wear a different color for each cloudy day.
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I was born and died because of you I lived.
The depth of beauty, but with you I could not read.
Trapped inside your hollow shallow moon.
When someone dies because I knew the truth.
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Watching me boy only my tongue.
Through the sky.
When I cough
does the note in my panties.
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Imagine
a secluded American town
some where next to you.
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You are not like some of the others.
Tired old scrawny frightened poets.
Near by seated hereupon, my ivory throne.
Pallets of paint by the tube, full and listing.
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Father knew about the Devil.

Through temptation and alter girls.
Mother Superior,
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Moon will my beam cross over?
Moon how too know I am so lonely.
Moon know, why I do sit under you?
Moon You are so bright, I reach up,
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Pink Pearl Necklace; and heaven is this.
My island an afterthought mornings glow,
and pink sands there coral waves grow.
Happy are the oysters every night as pink
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