Showing posts with label original poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label original poetry. Show all posts

Thursday, January 21, 2010

where did you go wendy o
dadada ahahaha
did you join a trio
or are you with my sharona

what goes up must come down
what goes up must come down

who is with you now
you two friends of pete and roger
are you in the front row
watching two Kings cover each other

what goes up must come down
what goes up must come down
first it might go all around
but at last it comes to ground

so many quick with a rhyme
a special touch on the strings
brad was even sublime
in both of these things

(Do you think he plays
while Shannon sings?)

what goes up must come down

joey, johnny and dee-dee
got thrown right out of Hell
back to the pet cemetary
where Dead piano players dwell

be careful for what you wish
what goes up must come down
nothing here can make them rich
speeding fast they hit the ground


L. Lawless

Saturday, December 5, 2009

I once met a woman many years ago
She told me she was a tailor now
But used to be an engineer in Romania

She fought in the revolution against Ceausescu
When the walls fell and the light came
And by the hardness in her eyes I knew it was true

She still felt bad that they shot him Christmas Day
I told her Washington crossed the Delaware on the 25th
And not to feel guilty, but instead just pray

Dan Paris was pissed
When I said I was a communist
But it was just youthful idiocy
And he had old eyes from his childhood
But I never did it again
When he was around.

I once met an old boss from my past
A real sonunvabitch when he was prime
A big golfer too, now put out to grass

Now I work with another old guy, Eddie, his brother
And I wonder if Bill is the same and am I?
Or who has changed more than the other?

And many things seemed of great importance
and then not at all, being so much younger now
I am not as old as I was once.


© 2009
L. LAWLESS

Thursday, September 17, 2009


Kimmie is a bitch
 
 
rainy day junkie
just sittin around


gettin high
eatin jelly donuts
on the sly


planning to go camping
at the start of October
cuz we are festival
non grata

although I don't know why
our reputation is good
most people like our madness
So I am left confused
But wait, the answer is right here!

It's cuz Kimmie is a bitch
and Mike's her little butt-hole boy
Dan was a fool and this makes two
all three are stupider than dirt
you shouldn't piss off a poet
he might write about you

you shouldn't piss off his fiance
or her daughter either
in fact my whole family
has pretty much had it with you
so go away and act real cool
around somebody else's crew
cuz we are done with you
 
L. Lawless

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Sam Adams

 

Where are the ones to spray the flame?

With a stream of fluid

From a plastic bottle held in the hand.

Close enough to the now crazed blaze

To singe the unprotected skin.

But, not backing away or flinching,

Instead, with a flourish of the hand,

And expressionless élan,

Take the fuel from the fire,

And then fan the flames with breath.

 

 L. Lawless

Friday, February 27, 2009


DO YOU THINK
THAT THE FEAR
HIT CORNWALLIS 
AT PRINCETON?

WHEN HE REALIZED
THAT THEY
HAD SNUCK UP ON HIM
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.

DO YOU THINK YOU’LL BE AFRAID?

AT THE HOUR OF YOUR DEATH.

THAT
-EMOTION(?)

SO COMMONPLACE

A MIRRORED LAKE
OF UNKNOWN DEPTH
AND COUNTLESS CASUALTY.

DO YOU THINK
THAT THE FEAR
WILL HIT YOU
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT?

WHEN IT SNEAKS
UP ON YOU
GLASS-EYED AND OPAQUE,
DRIPPING.


L. LAWLESS