John W. McEwers Poems

The air is wet
a patter of hail hits the window sill
and outside the night coughs cars
down the sidestreets, tires howling,
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They taste so good right now
red ones
green ones
yellow ones
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You take my money and buy her shoes,
but they are garage sale shoes
shoes with holes already in them
and the rest you pocket for perfume
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Open wide thine eyes
thus thou shalt see me
in all mine open glee
that thou hast given
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She told me she'd get a job in advertising
I'd be good she'd say, I know how to sell people
things like puppies and kittens sell themselves
but when the responsibility comes no one wants
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They look like you want to be taken home, you know?
Like you came for a purpose, you know?
Like you don't plan on going back home with me, you know?
Like I'm you chauffer, you know?
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You know it's special
When you can play Scrabble
in the soft light
of a candle.
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Nice,
you picked her up from the airport.
Good Job.
She loves you now
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