Gravy Cakes Is A Bad Nickname For Everyone Except You Poem by John W. McEwers

Gravy Cakes Is A Bad Nickname For Everyone Except You



When I ride the bus I don't do it
because I love the view of your arm fat, lady

The way it wiggles like soft tissue in a wet wind
flabs like feathers
soft, oh so very soft.

I ride the bus because my car is in the shop.
Put it away, Gravy Cakes.

Saturday, August 29, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: car
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John W. McEwers

John W. McEwers

Nova Scotia, Halifax
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