John W. McEwers Poems

Silhouettes are just so effing beautiful that I start fires just to see 'em.
Throw matches in the gas tanks of cheap cars if there's a crowd near enough by.
Stop watering my yard in the hopes that a dry heat will spark the brush.
I market myself as an electrician to poor saps looking for work on the cheap,
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As a young man, I did that thing,
those things,
that woo the woman.
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If this poem is to be translated to all the languages of the world
so that all the children can read it,
I hope you all study and learn good
for it will prepare you to take this world into the future
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Gnawing hunger never manages to sate itself,
even though all it does is gnaw.
Hunger is doing it wrong,
cause when I gnaw something,
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I see that look in your eye, brother.
Like you think I should be preserved in a jar
and my DNA should be saved and used
to create a new John W McEwers.
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Squish the world between your fingers
feel it ooze through the cracks.
How does that feel, children?
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I once went a week without eating
then a week without moving
bowels
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That floating guy from He-Man
What was his name?

I think it starts with an 'I',
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Squirming, uncomfortable,
like acid running down the pale
outside of a jello mold,
red ravines cut from the melting.
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