James McLain Poems

Her room so lush,
her manoeuvre is, in hips to sing.
Inside the door hangs me,
color, hues, silk, fades
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I try to understand the sky, weather woman
says one thing, sky would do another.
Why worry about some umbrella, no one needs?
I walk through puddles, just to wash my feet.
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Yet, i am an honest one..i am pink,
i have wings, i can fly..i do eat the roses,
you frown...when i find a pearl, a pink one..
you do more than pay me in smiles of your praise.
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Moving her parts here,
pushing his there the two
come together.
The audience knows,
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Please, can you, Please will you
not....
know that, I know that you can,
speak to me, improper when ever it comes..
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Rifleman..you are,
supposed to be on,
next, do you still not,
understand them..?
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Everything and of these certainties,
when one but two relationships.
Reliance thereupon.
The staff and cup of hope.
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Being Yoked to his of yours is of that.
That, if of this pink eye of the pearl of this your his intelligence.
I must if I can, when you if you can, can you not?
Ask but of this in trust but ask this of you this I must.
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