John W. McEwers
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.
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