O'Neil will take you
to Elyria Avenue. Meanwhile,
red-eyed towers creep by. They're
up late. You swing your arms
with a mountain dew. Caffeine
twists your belly
into a balloon animal
so shrill. Pop, then Xanax. Caspians

sabotage to rust these knees
I step on, cracking
until a low yellow moon
casts webs down to smoking earth
that look like fences
around nameless bricks. Because

you wear no underwear, the black pants
feel seamless and delicious on you
when there's a breeze.


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Lewis LaCook

net artist, poet, freelance web developer/programmer

http://www.lewislacook.com/

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Cell:440.258.9232(Please Text Me!)

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