James McLain Poems

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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In a Florida prison
From the small slit of my milky plastic window
I watch inmates not convict's, hang the razor wire they fall into
And then are beaton by the convict's for their
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I called the humane society just the other face
of some whom are.
Promises weren't made I thought they were.
So many cat's the food's enough.
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Pleasant to the ear as it falls.
Listen to the rain as tears wash away your fears.
As the streets are washed clean,
so the soul of each child reappears.
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Now someone is and someone as we speak they have.
The stigma she must hide.
Fighting next to you on the battle field.
Being pschizophrenic she slipped through.
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They are gone.
No trees!
No more humans that need to breath.
Except for those at the tops of the mountains.
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To all my children
to my many liars in wait whom against me conspire.
She is gone and yea he has come in from the woods without face.
From his heart from the depths where its dark.
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Follow the law follow the rules until they become blurry
preemptive, presumptions
locking U.S. up if we step forward
and learn to say what
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When you go down, way on down south, past your girlfriend's.
I shan't recall this last image of you and how to her your tounge tasted.
Lingers the aroma of the Blue Waffle like Peanuts, surrounds you.
Lavishly spending each bluish moment,
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