Hot Alignment of Elements Poems 9/2/00—10/26/01 Lewis Lacook POEMS Lewis Lacook 9/2/00--9/26/00
hot alignment of elements Poems 9/2/00—10/26/01 Lewis LaCook POEMS Lewis LaCook 9/2/00--9/26/00 IF MONET COULD PAINT THE PLAY OF LIGHT ON YOUR LOVELIFE... Are you tired of waiting at home for that Girl to call you, the one Who mentioned slightly that you were the one More than any other she'd like to Hang out with? Try an angry Early morning call. Tired yet of being The last to know it's all Over and done with, while Eclectic on the bedroom pyre where You're burning away all your Hopes that it'll turn out Right, someone will love you surely With your curly hair and bright blue Eyes? Try burning holes in your arm With your cigarettes, and early morning anger. Or could you burrow into, nestle into, yourself One last time, where even the silhouette Of THAT'S insecure, as if Impressionism weren't so Dead after All? 9/2/00 CATCH A FALLING STAR AND PUT IT IN YOUR POCKET In a little comparment by the side of your bed Hidden well by turbulent sheets and vacant aroma Is a pocket of air you call Your Breath, and worship Religiously, with no small sense of regularity. Some men don't even know it's there. You, though, Warrior with your emotions, discovered it long ago While still a child, punctured in a huddle with Blankies you listened as it slept in the most awful And complicated piece of your bed, and knew it was Someone close to you.
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