James McLain Poems

The rabbit rolled,
in and out of
the great itch.
It rubbed it; s back
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and when you are running up
and down the trees..
one of your feet..
help....while...
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Come soft words
I barely, liberaly use.
And either cup, I move aside
the worlds blown up.
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In my hands already you have opened
too dance your delicate twist,
and yet those soft dripping sighs
are heard from me every where.
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and much to much
is near too far by much
the sea, the wind
the waves
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Queens are trapped from within...
quick ed lines..
Tall regal she holds her eight children...
..out..against..
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Look for peaches that have a nice blush to them.
A good peach should have a little give to it when you squeeze it,
but still should be well centered and firm.
Watch the eye it may have sap oozing.
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The red scarf around my cut it won't, heal it won't seal.
Come quietly to me it is right here, you want to see it?
Like all the others you stick your other finger in it?
Like he once said of it, to me to see if it's really me?
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Pale is my sister, her moon.
It lies there sleeping when it is opened.
Light under my demanding, strong hand.
Mourning comes dawn, is my other.
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Whom am I to fight conformity, it howls.
To the depths of the sea.
Of your purple skin painted on it fascinates me,
by the love of the moon.
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