Postmodern Poetry - Xanax Pop by Lewis LaCook

We leave the arms of osiris in…

Lewis LaCook — Thu, 02 Sep 2010 23:38:50 +0000

We leave the arms of osiris in fields, the love from rain and dirt; we cut the heart out to fill us, bury the head everywhere

Lewis LaCook — Wed, 01 Sep 2010 16:03:52 +0000

Either Isis or Lindsay cries if the sun tilts over us spills bottomed-out dry creek bed sleeps with shale. I brought you a feather

Lewis LaCook — Sat, 28 Aug 2010 09:22:58 +0000

Lewis LaCook — Sat, 28 Aug 2010 07:01:30 +0000

Oh osiris we tore apart a christ too. We needed the glimmer of meat. I’m smoking beneath his stars, with full belly, rivulet chin

Lewis LaCook — Fri, 27 Aug 2010 16:17:30 +0000

Sometimes i talk to the empty creek. Isis or Lindsay topping the rusted tractor. Lose my way my mind, spying paths through brush

Lewis LaCook — Fri, 27 Aug 2010 16:12:39 +0000

Drunk Osiris, i follow the heft of where your hills roll, training the vine to quiet hulls of logic. Lindsay, stung allergic

Lewis LaCook — Fri, 27 Aug 2010 16:09:00 +0000

Abandoned campsite etched into thresh forest floor. Oh Isis. My pine-cone wand, my veins of sloughed limbs. Branches rot to burst

Lewis LaCook — Thu, 26 Aug 2010 15:28:48 +0000

That Little Drop of Poison http://ow.ly/18JHjd

Lewis LaCook — Sun, 22 Aug 2010 09:22:46 +0000

Lewis LaCook — Tue, 17 Aug 2010 02:58:13 +0000

After osiris reasons the ranch away far depths sound coltrane storms tropically depressed country greenery for cool dead wood pain