Treasure Island

John W. McEwers

(6/20/1980 / Nova Scotia, Halifax)

Poems of John W. McEwers

81. Flower 4/12/2010
82. For All The Lovely Ladies 2/14/2012
83. Forget the Roses 4/12/2010
84. Forgotten Deals, My Dear 3/3/2013
85. Four 4/12/2010
86. France is for Lovers 2/3/2012
87. Freedom Isn't For Us 2/1/2012
88. Friendship Is My Only Friend 2/1/2012
89. Friendship is Nice for Her 4/12/2010
90. frog fire 4/12/2010
91. Frosty Firecrackers 2/3/2012
92. Get Too High 2/28/2014
93. Ghosts Are Real To Me 2/3/2012
94. Glowphone 2/3/2012
95. Gold Star In My Veins 2/4/2012
96. Good Happy Thoughts 2/3/2012
97. Good Italian Restaurant 2/16/2012
98. Good Job For Him, Is What I Say 4/13/2010
99. Grand Theft Taco 2/3/2012
100. Grant Me Your Hand 2/14/2012

Guilty by Condemnation

Take it in
Poem like vacuum Police
Five—oh, really?
There were, really, five of them.
They ate me. They chewed my pleas
When I said “I”
And I said “Didn’t”
And I said “Kill”
And I said “Her”
And I said “Puppy”

Its exhausting being innocent.

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