John W. McEwers Poems

There is none.
I live in the noth
-ingness of the holes
Of my teeth.
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Take it in
Poem like vacuum Police
Five—oh, really?
There were, really, five of them.
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There is so much bad in this world
That someone has to stand up to be good.
Like warriors on the storm,
We must let our voices be heard from the tops
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Over pastures of the prairie delights the crow
The crow
The one eyed crow
Who peeks in on the good you do
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She walks with her bag in hand but
Never really has anything in it.
Kill time with clip-clop heels and candy
Cans full of breath mints for prospective passers-by
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O’ person I met,
You said, nice hat,
And I only wear it
Cause I’m bald, too soon in life
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If pain brings me to chef Boyardie
and I eat only canned ravioli
forever
its cause you and me
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Summer was always such a happy time
til now.

I loved you like cereal loves milk,
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It sounds like rain
big rain
the kind that hurts
if you tip your face
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