John W. McEwers

Veteran Poet - 1,178 Points (6/20/1980 / Nova Scotia, Halifax)

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.

Topic(s) of this poem: regret

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 31, 2015

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