Postmodern Poetry – Xanax Pop by Lewis LaCook

The gnarled roots she missed ravenously scalds around her eyes…During the 15th Century when astrology was one of the fundamental studies within medieval universities, Nostradamus made a decision to profit from his astrological skill through numerous books of dire predictions…the echo slowly consumed with you humming his memories around the fractured curbs……hissing shadows slinks during a new spring’s unexpected heat…Elyria Police are investigating why a woman drove her Ford Taurus through the front of Alltel on West River Road across from the Midway Mall…a dusty trampled doll’s arm was moaning around those empty and avoided houses… One of those predictions in particular has found its way back to us in the recently discovered Lost Book of Nostradamus—which, like Nostradamus’s predictions themselves, may or may not be fake—concerning the end of the world…all of these houses with shades drawn spilled across her marbles after troubled silence……luscious pretension cradles the stillborn infant around his hair lightning bugs blooming……scars settling to form the credits in dark underpasses thundering…Adolf Hitler or John Wilkes Booth, who would you hire for the junior copywriter position of a new magazine about pet fashions & accessories?…huddled dark underbrush hums like she talks in space…I am 14 years old and i have a story about a friend who i once had…huddled dark underbrush crushing through smoky grades of icy slush during import of our parents’ flaws……the brown flung snake skeleton of henderson bridge floods your ears during a beating from the sun… Roosevelt at 39 years old suffers from the first signs of Polio ( paralytic poliomyelitis ) during the next 7 days the paralysis spreads over the rest of his body…love’s blizzard visibly trembles around the river and its hindered voices… Roosevelt Polio 10th August ( 1921 ) While staying on holiday at his summer home on the Canadian island of Campobello, Franklin D…hot wet entrails of clairvoyant goats booming with seditious pills in impaired glyphs festering with rust……chocolate viciously entwined with a milky weather smearing my chest with clouds……odd echoes of engines streets away trickles down her belly with a film of sunshine slicking c street… …the plague aches within the seams of her jaw during april’s cruel kiss… Prosecutors are unsure if they will opt for the death penalty…

Cruel brown leaves collapsed across summer concrete whirling down upon us in a blind cascade after this chintzy wind……the gnarled roots she missed says war is a peak experience with the fragment data of old meoldies in my legs… Tens of thousand…splintered planks crookedly lighting his cigarette with cracked streets spilling seed across my hands…My body says that moons sketch the damned across cracked sidewalks after you pass grizzled wraiths drinking on stoops… And there, we’re left to wander for a spell, avoiding spiders and snakes and stinging insects in the blazing sun until we find some faded walkway to follow once more…your grief over the dead entering her [...your running details avoids dead-boarded houses like we're furrowed with septic light...]…the sparkling sleep is thick with a lust to rouse the monster around her sheared hands……the screams of children sleeping furiously around the lake’s restlessness……his ashes says this and says that in dark underpasses thundering… I moved into my house about 3 years ago and it was like i had seen the inside [...the scented epinephrine thickens with severity between those dark swollen tongues of trees......an extended tongue says rising out of serene residue around the fractured curbs...There was a lot to love about this episode: it was light, it was snarky, it had a creepy ghost and lots of brotherly banter...my teeth waking spirits that rip your curls around a full moon rusted to the sky...There was a lot to love about this episode: it was light, it was snarky, it had a creepy ghost and lots of brotherly banter...the scream of the moon says through a throat of stars after transparent songs drift down the rain-wrung streets... Browns coach Eric Mangini issued Smith a one-way ticket out of town [...the gurgling shadows glimmers after the lake slides over your face...]…another blue decay is moving just below the precipice during a beating from the sun… During the visit, the girl drank a glass of juice and then the world went black…the cold houses dusting her throat with waves slicing diamonds from the clouds…The woman and her son were both treated by LifeCare Ambulance Paramedics and then both transported to Amherst Hospital Emergency Room for further treatment and evaluation…this velvet let-down is curling roughly in abandoned department stores numbers corpse and peel…]…

My body says that moons sketch the damned across cracked sidewalks after you pass grizzled wraiths drinking on stoops… And there, we’re left to wander for a spell, avoiding spiders and snakes and stinging insects in the blazing sun until we find some faded walkway to follow once more…your grief over the dead entering her during sugar’s terminal allusion……eager gray kitten waking in the margins of voices long faded around the clean neglect in him……sex greases his skull around a screen ghosted with dim faces…Restaurant Beck in Depoe Bay There’s a new upscale eatery in Depoe Bay, and another famous one in Cannon Beach is headed to New York for a special dinner…burst mufflers flowering like an anticipation of august around his groove’s syncopation……sunset’s elemental simmer says quiet can seep into your bones around the dead… Her name was Emma lee she was about my age at the time…a house eating itself trickles in a steaming glaze during rural pitch… Life is too serious…the scream of oily grass surges like velvet among the dead…Restaurant Beck in Depoe Bay There’s a new upscale eatery in Depoe Bay, and another famous one in Cannon Beach is headed to New York for a special dinner…the pounding of cricket signals whispering in the arc of supple vampires bridging the black river in……my isolation says strong winds bring back her fathers hands during sugar’s garbled emission… Her name was Emma lee she was about my age at the time…odd echoes of engines streets away swarms through complacent screens around her sheared hands……the smoke that’s coiling around your eyes waking amid vivid cables during death…I am 14 years old and i have a story about a friend who i once had…your animal says strong winds bring back her fathers hands around her consonant throat…1 Comment, last updated on Sunday Aug 9 by Anonymous…love’s rage avoiding the open graves around everything you protect…Lieutenant Huges transferred to Post 47 from the Office of Training, Selection and Standards Unit where he has served since January of this year…a bitten blonde engrossed in her phone eats herself and her image in others around his groove’s syncopation… One of those predictions in particular has found its way back to us in the recently discovered Lost Book of Nostradamus—which, like Nostradamus’s predictions themselves, may or may not be fake—concerning the end of the world…

His grin molts in flutes growling like elemental mice… time to move on. Browns coach Eric Mangini issued Smith a one-way ticket out of town […..mornings the sunshine was too cruel whirling down upon zen-peaked roofs among the dead… this test upon was manned by a small crew of scientist and sailors, and a few tethered animals. …the field i first dropped acid in dissolves outside the convenience store… the world brightens and stirs….the collapsed trees in those vacant blocks is blurring against pain-black trees during death… of dire predictions. One…the powerlines that garland the black river dissolves after the traffic dwindled and the shadows of buildings swallowed us… has suggested. Tens of thousand……love’s decay waking to a health that burns in pristine filaments… has suggested. Tens of thousand……a dusty trampled doll’s arm says quiet can seep into your bones around the river where reeds moan… Tens of thousand……her roman locks writhes in a sinister heat around a screen ghosted with dim faces……the fat weeds in east side allies spreads across the floor during april’s cruel kiss… tribute to British – 60s/’70s horror classics, I ……mud references in the church doorway… seen the inside [……the screams of gulls believes in his school during sugar’s terminal allusion… TVs….marijuana’s low odor aches with chess and mendacity around his hair lightning bugs blooming… to do on an early weekend morning before the world brightens and stirs….a lurch in your chest is dying around her sheared hands……a bitten blonde engrossed in her phone walk blued perimeters of empty churches during sugar’s garbled emission… on flat screen TVs…shadows of trees the river’s ripples fail to dislodge moldering after his shoes ached for miles for her softness……

The ways the dead affect the weather covering her face over around her sheared hands……the train that sings your memories floods your frozen eyes during import of our parents’ flaws… 3 years ago and it was like i had seen the inside [……her delicate lead says you have come to suck life from me after his shoes ached for miles for her softness… saw her. I moved into my house about 3 years ago and it was like i had seen the inside […..the pinched sky away where the lake ends is melting in the mouths of the dead… time. I was eleven when i first saw her….the solidity of the other was moaning after faintness attains translucency… Grego…the scream of the moon booming with seditious pills in time… Awards breakfast for saving her and her children.N…his dissipation says that moons sketch the damned across cracked sidewalks in pins dropped along the trail… astrological skill through numerous books of dire predictions. …a pearl-lit city on the west side of the river says strong winds bring back her fathers hands during the phases of drowsy sunshine… of thousand……the pinched sky away where the lake ends sighs like reeling gulls after smoky roses unravel your lips… and disappointed at the person I’ve become as of late…hissing shadows jump at the edge of a voice during the burning… about life and death. For that, I apologize to my readers. Life is too serious. We a…the lake shuffling mixing itself on the horizon convolving with serpentine velocity with the fragment data of old meoldies in my legs… For that, I apologize to my readers. Life is too serious. W…dead horses waking up in the middle of the apocalypse after the dead have done with your body… ships with some top brass on board those to document what happens. When th…my absorbing isolation flowering like an anticipation of august with a film of sunshine slicking c street… bears with their crystal awards at the Real Heroes breakfast. E…the river ghosts says ribbons of dogs barking in the rush and onset of august… my very favorite things to do on an early weekend morning before the world brightens and stirs….their pale faces avoiding the open graves during sugar’s garbled emission… and casket-shopping on flat screen TVs….

the owls licking a ribbon of mist the gulls riding tides just offshore

their children surges like velvet with my evolution a long blurry river running through my sweat says the music the music love’s resuscitation

love’s resuscitation smothering the lights

the pinched sky away where the lake ends sleeps in a tension the dead who wait there

the dogs that bark as you pass, the midnight lights on clifton ave says rising out of serene residue during sugar’s garbled emission says the music the music the invisible densities of e street

my isolation is shouting

sunset’s elemental simmer remembers traces of light an intricacy of pills

her delicate lead oxidizing those lines you forgot after amphetamine spells your blood is curling roughly the fat weeds in east side allies

the sun’s dodge and burn on an empty playground references

plastic playgrounds only lit during summer months waking caked with crackling moods around the burn of his smirk lifts heavy shovelfuls of snow the richness in suffocating streetlights

muddied birds lifts the colors from their contours in abandoned rusty tugs anchored in says rhythms of graves blacken your pall a passage of moonfrosted cars the smoke that’s coiling around your eyes says shadows crawl out from beneath parked cars like we’re furrowed with septic light waking a king in the broken alleys your running details

his face says you crack open your head and black birds fly out with the ghosts of glaciers pressing us to the streets is bleeding through closure of summer nights the dead who wait there

the elemental mesh floating through forgotten houses during noon’s veils twirling a lurid web a knot of code

voices of the shattered parking lot stains the inside of your eyes with the fragment data of old meoldies in my legs are hungry for the living black river sliced by lights on the shore the lake shuffling mixing itself on the horizon lifts your skin from the muscles in the lice freezing your taper sleeping furiously another blue decay subliminal screams sitting quietly through your time around those empty and avoided houses ravenously scalds the cold houses another blue decay visibly trembles in the pale girl on the porch feet propped up on floods your ears another blue decay

the incessant desolate street constricts to fit his conversation around his hair lightning bugs blooming says rising out of serene residue an arrangement of bleached bones

your curtailed trees settles into river-silt moon weeping into the roll of black river

the perpetual adoration where dark lake sighs on rock says your cigarettes are quenching around the bloody curls of the street lifts heavy shovelfuls of snow the pink underbelly of a night sky

the solidity of the other says much brain is substantia nigra