John W. McEwers Poems

I speak in boxes and skulls
I talk in circles and waves
and when she hears me
she limps
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The television is all Bob Sagat
and fat kids falling off seesaws,
and she gives me this 'ooooayeah'
and rubs her thighs.
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In heaving yellow, strobes of red,
a man might upon, disrobed in bed
women shackled, tied to need,
reciting terms at once agreed,
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I'm picking up a rotisserie chicken from
the super market
and this super lady comes to say hi to me.
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A friend once mentioned
there were 18 people with his name.
He'd searched himself
on the world wide web
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Tornado rush of luminescence
Happiness is hard to find
Unless you've got a sweet new Kia
Then you're sitting inside.
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Love must not be bound
Must be free to roll on perfect wheels
Wheels with spokes
And rubber
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Japanese, way too slim
and yet he eats hot dogs for a living.
'Where do I sign up? ' I ask,
because it seems like something I'd be good at,
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Love loves lovers,
and love loathes lies,
but love learns loyalty
to lovers loving life,
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He's a big dog
tall dog
brown dog
likes to run around dog...
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