John W. McEwers Poems

He don't talk much no more,
Not too much to say.
Got a limp in his leg and a sauce stain on his shirt and not a dime to pay.
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Dad once took me fishing
When I was a happy boy
And taught me how to hook a worm
plunge my fingers into a gooey cup
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Not the birth. Definitely not the birth.
I hear I cried but they were nothing compared
to the tearing of the flesh as I rocked this world's foundation,
sent it spinning off it's plane like an out-of-control top.
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Whisk whisk whisk
sherp sherp sherp
Slide scitter scatter
on the floor
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It wasn't right the way you pushed me away.
I mean, come on, things weren't all that bad.
There was a level of communication I thought I'd never reach,
and one upon meeting you I knew we'd never share.
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I gave a speech once
in a class on 17th
century literature
where I said to a bunch
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Was a time, O'
a time of my life
when I went nowhere
slow
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Because it would be too much for freedom to be for us.
It wouldn't be right if freedom were given to us.
It must be earned,
must be fought for,
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I remember the smell of an empty casket
Where your body should've been
should have looked like a sullen angel
with its wings sadly pinned
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I remember her name was Sandra,
Where her lips lifted, parted to
Show two cute teeth when she smiled.
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