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Soliloquy

By jelewis8 ⋅ May 22, 2007 ⋅ Post a comment

Whispering through this green menagerie
the wind calls to me, cavorting with
my mind and playfully gesturing
for me to follow
its Bacchanalian lead
Festive and all at once slowly
somber
this drunken gaiety leaves me in a
peaceful wrestling between lazy body
and racing thoughts when
Lying here in the gray twilight, I see
the fireflies alight in your eyes and
wonder lazily why you look [...]

Drunk Driving

By jelewis8 ⋅ January 14, 2006 ⋅ One comment

Rain glints down, it’s three am
Time to get a drink again
I’ve been sucking back dry bottles and bottles of
old times, like whiskey with that old
burning sensation, like cutting up onions
with a dull knife blade.
Cuts not so deep you can’t feel the wound.
I pour myself another shot and nod at the night
waitress, hoping she’ll smile at [...]

Scarecrow

By jelewis8 ⋅ October 28, 2005 ⋅ 3 comments

A-round that yellow road, where oaks and willows roam
where streams like children scream and rivers foam
upon the rocks grey with fall and lichen
upon the mountains tall and rounded, heighten
to heaven in a meadowed haze, tops touching God
and skyward storehouses laden with snow, cloud-shod
and sleet-pierced, foreign and forlorn to death,
Spy I the familiar form of my [...]

Elemental

By jelewis8 ⋅ September 27, 2005 ⋅ 2 comments

Night sits in His chair next to mine, and we argue
over the nature of morality. He believes in one Absolute.
I believe in two. He makes a strong case.
But I’ve seen both Night and Day. Could I possibly choose?
Silence swam with me the day I was in the river.
When She talked, it was like the water [...]

A Song of Rembembrance

By jelewis8 ⋅ September 11, 2005 ⋅ 3 comments

I ran my finger down my face
to erase the tears that mingled there
and collected sorrow upon my brow
a trace of mem’ry silent now
A day shall live in infamy
a symphony of sadness borne
by wanton waste of virgin chaste
Epiphany at cost, agony’s taste
And men shall go about their ways
amazed at horror unanswered so
by open mind and heart [...]

Cycle and Sleep

By jelewis8 ⋅ December 9, 2004 ⋅ Post a comment

This is a new poem that is actually a group of poems. I wrote them with a common thematic goal in mind, and though I feel this is unfinished, at this point, I’m unsure where it is going or when it will end. I hope you enjoy.
UPDATE: Gerard Van Der Leun of American Digest kindly [...]

The Great Writer

By jelewis8 ⋅ October 25, 2004 ⋅ Post a comment

Wordy,
he expressed to me in eyes that flickered grey-white with the low expectation of a tired dog.
Cliched.
So tired of reading this stuff that passes as poetry.
In your mind, his eyes tell me, you reach
a point where nothing you write is bad.
At worst it’s uninspired. All illusion.
Let me tell you a story, lad, his back-and-forth irises [...]

Cancelling Christmas

By jelewis8 ⋅ September 6, 2004 ⋅ Post a comment

We cancelled Christmas, my friends and I
though we all had plenty of dough
We despised all the wrapping and hated the way
people pasted on smiles and hastened to say
“Merry Christmas and have a very nice day!”
when it was nothing but play and show.
In spite of our efforts to recruit our own families
to decline from the month [...]

Fourteen

By jelewis8 ⋅ September 6, 2004 ⋅ One comment

Fourteen. Fourteen and felt like a man
plowed the yoked beasts rows and rows
hours on end, endless heat. Then
joining Mother in the garden, chasing crows
from the cornsilk. Glowing dirt ripens and fades
in the dusty heat. She wipes her skirt down,
smiles like the brim of her hat. Hades
was never this hot.
Barnside. Red. Galipoli. His new red roan.
Musty [...]

Poor Larry

By jelewis8 ⋅ June 11, 2004 ⋅ One comment

Poor Lawrence Ferlinghetti!
Still stuck in whatever year it was that Neal Cassidy died.
I wrote a beat poem once. I got over it.
Ferlinghetti, he just
writes what he knows, I guess.
Last this, last that. Last poet of a beat-gone generation.
Last man standing, last crow croaking.
Ol Larry he sounds like first man groaning.
Carry Larry up the [...]

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