John W. McEwers Poems

Bubble, bubble, boil and bubble
You are the cause of my toil and trouble.
A dash of toad's feet
A sprinkle of cow meat
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Waiting to cross
the street
I shuffle upon
my feets
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We were lovin' it up
a storm and you said
you wouldn't always be with
me but I ain't taking
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It's not about the cheese.
Not for me.
It's not about the meat or the jelly or the jam or the eggs.
It's not about the glitz and glamour of all that comes after,
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It had been beautiful.
It should be.
It was Summer.
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I'd love
I think
more hair
more hair
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You've already taken my lunch, my socks, my long-distance binocs,
Now what do you want?
More Hair!
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Sometimes when we laid
sometimes
it was feet to face, and I
picked up the pace
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If 1 and 2 were equal
we'd have as many hearts as fists
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There's a wonderful brevity
in my relationship with shoes
I know when to need them
And when barefoot, to choose
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