you school me in the drip living sun
up today so stained it high green
so sail vineyards awake
down where flowers capillary
cold wet painted around halo trees wet
with old light held faces
beaut from drowned stumps I’m around
here is where flowers wait for you alone
at one with up and at it at a time when I’m
straight from the drip a living sun up today
deep lemon barking at last year’s leaves with cold wet paint
so that I blacken with vineyards waking rust into mud
so that I walk backwards out of the tombThe formatting for this poem may break on small screens, so it is also available as a downloadable PDF.
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As a child, on interstate trips, Lewis LaCook (he/him) thought the moon was following his family’s Econoline van. Upon reaching adulthood, he couldn’t tell whether the truth disappointed or relieved him, so he started writing things down. His poems have appeared in journals like Otoliths,Unlikely Stories, Whiskey Tit, Lotus-eater, Synchronized Chaos, Argotist Online Poetry, and Medusa’s Kitchen, among others. His collection My Kinship with the Lotus-eaters was published in 2022 by BlazeVOX. Lewis can often be found wandering the wilds of Western New York state with his wife Lindsay.