Welcome to Scribd. Sign in or start your free trial to enjoy unlimited e-books, audiobooks & documents.Find out more
Standard view
Full view
of .
Look up keyword
Like this
0 of .
Results for:
No results containing your search query
P. 1
The Willow and the Living God: Poems, 2010-2011 by Lewis LaCook

The Willow and the Living God: Poems, 2010-2011 by Lewis LaCook

|Views: 328|Likes:
Published by Lewis LaCook
A year of poems from Lewis LaCook
A year of poems from Lewis LaCook

More info:

Published by: Lewis LaCook on Nov 14, 2011
Copyright:Attribution Non-commercial


Read on Scribd mobile: iPhone, iPad and Android.
download as ODT, PDF, TXT or read online from Scribd
See more
See less





The Willow and the Living GodPoems, 2010­2011Lewis LaCook
Underwater radio
Let me take this opportunity to unplug your bathtub radio before febrile downloads ignore our implicatedlatex, thus complicating us far beyond what I would call our network address, or what I would call ournetwork address, or what have you. Now there’s email. From time to time I type without focus, and wheredo those characters go? Individuation? Divine interment among your libraries, grazing on the ridge? Isthis everything you remember about before you were born? We here don’t like to think of culture as acaul over our spanking new faces. The sun tells me when it’s afternoon by pinning the willow’s shadowback into the forest, broken and curling into brush last landscaped to ridge. You can be too precise. Youcan be pretty on petals, bicycle migration, you can be printed on this dearth of leafage, and you canassimilate no concealment, at your leisure. Don’t you remember anything else?You’re obligated to underwater radio.
Continuance, carpet
Ahem. “The warm November.” The warm November. “An alarm, either your phone or mine.” Analarmist rails to empty urban streets, far removed. There’s coffee in the office. “And now we download?”Yes, now we wind down, sad springs gushing from crotches. The more popular diplomats ogle you, and Ido, too; there’s no escaping your body, such obvious transgression. “On a continual carpet of dry leaves!Are you nervous about ground?” I’m enough man, and happily animal. I am all hands under shirt for you.We know winter so far only by how old the light looks, streaming over the rise of escarpment. What thiswas before was an earthquake, a lake. “An apartment above an apartment.” This arc goes on and on,because the planet turns.Your hem sketches Arturo G. Fallico, warming my November. Apt and tightened spring.

Activity (3)

You've already reviewed this. Edit your review.
1 hundred reads
Erik H Rzepka liked this
Lewis LaCook liked this

You're Reading a Free Preview

/*********** DO NOT ALTER ANYTHING BELOW THIS LINE ! ************/ var s_code=s.t();if(s_code)document.write(s_code)//-->