Oh, The Barman With The Face Poem by John W. McEwers

I want more scars.

I look like a newborn baby John

just crawled from his momma.

Even a porcelain doll's got cracks

and droopy eyes.

John has the cursed smooth skin

it belies my experience.

I have climbed mountains

and fought Gnomes.

I have won Scrabble

and shattered bones.

I have heard the sound of frogs dying.

I am a worldly John.

Let me be your John.


I would punch the Ocean if it would fight back.

But it always seems to be low tide

when John is around.