Experiment In Autowrite: Five Poem by John W. McEwers

Experiment In Autowrite: Five



Andrew tells me things like artists don't listen but just walk
fast down the street when cans of soup chase them
even if the man doesn't want the soup it won't but follow
to the shack he calls home, and when the can drinks
a blue sky falls on the Atlantic

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John W. McEwers

John W. McEwers

Nova Scotia, Halifax
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