James McLain Poems

The wind.. whips words..silky thin..
Spiders wire so soft..in trust it clings..
Graves..moan..still..all filled with moss...
Monuments...once dry are..covered..
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Quickly struck..by the wrist..
The oysters.... smile..opens..
Quivering.. pink flesh..it lays..
Gently plucked...purple....
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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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and much to much
is near too far by much
the sea, the wind
the waves
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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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Queens are trapped from within...
quick ed lines..
Tall regal she holds her eight children...
..out..against..
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The ribbed soft flexible my magic wand.
Gives you an open mouthed, teething massage,
Operated by a ten-speed you switch.
Located on the wand`s base slender handle.
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Her our our partner the bedroom
the woods, the bar, wheresoever
and control eye control and enjoy.
Toes can curl curling toes all that it abandons.
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