James McLain Poems

Aye they are both soft and brown.
Above the sky.
Under the moon near the well.
Lashes across the back.
...

I thought she was gone.
Insanity..
The judges ruled it long ago..
They gave insanity all that it
...

From this point forward it was all a blur.
She was like a two armed, 'octopus.
My senses were overwhelmed.
Was I even in the same room at this point?
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It flutters in accross on top of your fingers.
Yet you knew it, they are it's breath it's wings.
Tirelessly they beat against you, your buff
moans within it's wind as it shakes it.
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Words lost ethical reconsecration in
appeasing to split a judges decision.
Words arranged pick truths digestion
like writing poetry watching television.
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When you
touch me i
crumple
quivering in
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I am
black
she is white
her parents
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