A Coat I Need Poem by James McLain

.............A Coat I Need
A necessary coat, ' MAKES' with my/your song
a bird a Covenant and my yard which borders on both sides
Out of old, ancient forms tongued anew, each word
from our/their mouths left most Unable long too write
in the clay, some speak of time, today gone past.
Of my feeling like to heat the gloats of one's throat;
But she deceives 'l' caught, her thus carried in the world';
moist those would shake any dew from their weary eyes,
from the sake of company, matters 'Like it or not 'I' if they';
I'; worked hard on it. my humble songs, frilly laced your
breeches made for them
let them take them not, hot from 'I' thou past decline.
For there'; iS more too company than here meets an eye.
Naked out or in or covered path it's thin walk, a soft silk dress.
She made of I, of this could thee but whisperer, eX-parte.
Mine wooden reed-throat ed woodwinds your clarinet,
Which came from thee,
and at my hour need, although very soon, not now, my need.
One feature a clear movement clouds plucked forth the sky.
But towards heated beating heart interior, astonished I\you
host considerations of your companions, caused mine shame.
Expression of thine hidden by Jolen de Karen - and
lucky to find mine sun, when June it comes, for thee or me.
Look towards the vaults the walls, of 'America' bankers sun.
Time-not under this roof of strong blowing winds,
blown by one, more parties, from One conscience,
even more severe and a friendlier house, I can forgive
even that falseness of the evils, I declined and knew no part.
These currents once basic undreamed of, off of part of
which made in front of their bench whereupon ';
'I'; hold strong and still do- humble thy to thee an Indicator which
the flame burnt you for she, perished this thought others/she
smiles awhile.
'Grace to you'.
To be but part of ceremony ancient - Notorious, my name is.
Not 'Gabriel' wings from the east, south and west but north.
Beyond 'vanity with all my' priceless things, ' Be but a host which the dogs of comming and goings, beyond did travel', knew such things
Thus rain on top, this yellow bush of hers by many thus hence
known and then it must then also die deep spring elders song,
in which, my\his too plant still deep inside, with coming spring.
A necessary coat; More will, 'I' need when spring, arrives.
Black robed\my daughter, whom even now 'Talks, of may.
And she would not live,
if but by thee and truth, burns hot $ blind.



w.b.y.