Lewis LaCook
Since 2001
Works in Lorain, Ohio United States of America

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BIO
Lewis LaCook makes things. He is a programmer/poet. He likes unstable objects. He doesn't eat enough. Send him all your money.
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DISCUSSION

O SAY CAN YOU SEE?


After two months of diet coke
the morning moth clings charred to
the screen door's mesh
the sex of our so-called pope
across a vegas electric billboard, looped
points undeniably in the direction
of John Tesh, Quentin Tarantino, tokes
of mustard gas billow in a beverly hills pool
and I'm not the only one to see the connection:
fresh Winona Ryder, quickly brown-eyed,
with a stole wrapped around her face
and diet 7-up coursing through her veins,
leans back in her limo to gloat.
Every library book in the world past due;
every old master bled to a mere sketch

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MOWING THE COUNTRY CLUB LAWN


You gray-belly levitate. All across the trees: each
cupped bug
wakens dead to violence in the hands of George W.
Bush. Charlton
Heston wakens skewed with rifles below his bed for
protection
against the grass that keeps on growing despite
arsenic manicure
to his lawn long ago, as a boy. You white-sky scrape
the trees.
I bliss-flip on a berry rebellion to the back
porch chore-
flung, hoping against tropes that the gaslight lie of
family
value patriotism isn't another gun for Ted Nugent's
skinning of
herds that founder on savannah grappling hooks. George
W. Bush, I
say, twisting consonants into my beard like bread all
knelt
before the chalice of cocaine white-bred, I want to
suck your
dick. Your Daddy had an actor daddy who killed in the
desert long
before this, while I was dreaming girls together from
rock salted
heavy metals, your daddy grew an army in the desert of
oil below
the crusts spinning automobile industry alive for
killing more
trees, lessening the air. It's great for business if
there's
blood in the oil of the shadow of your dad. Fuck me
hard in the
ass, George W. Bush (I say into my bread, white and
unsalted and
sinning with its shape against the newly sprung
vacuous day),
I'll tell you you're a man and not a boy with
jelly-stains on
your lips a gift of car on your sixteenth.
You purse corrupt purchases in your satchel of
gunfire
cowardice. Charles Darwin meant you were born strong
if Daddy was
a country club that could decide who dies in the
desert or who
lives. Egypt lives and Israel lives. The enemies of
democracy are
accessibly evil.

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TRUTH


A kind of light that's nice, mute
and unable to talk back, shouting,

"The leaves of the trees are now
flat beneath my fingers!" stretches

across Virginia. In order to breed
a more masterful race, we sterilize

cinder crosses like whip-kisses on
the backs of downtown G's.

It's embroidery, though
we all know grandmothers who
sucked grief from a gat's progeny:

we can't unravel it. Even that loose thread
on the poetics list about randomness and haze

reads like comfort in a bombed-out chill.
So much faith in life and death; so much

for exchange, the rates through which
bodies coalesce, adhere, assimilate. I

for one don't want worship anymore, to pile
a reputation around myself like the parched lips
of a hole in which to bury my head

while all that's free and good kills in the desert.
All I want is what's crumbled in my hands.

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CRYSTAL


I like the sun chips away at everything.
Explosions of crepe dogwood at warp pink
and purple wallop, as in high yellow pavements

push feet from dissonance to sober waking. She's

in right now around the television just un-smudging
her eyes from where we unraveled our streaming
on sheets. There's a sliding glass door separates us.

This is the bridge between two bodies among
the clock. My computer breathes on and off.

Our hearts

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ATTACK OF THE __________


On my planet, tell me what dowager gawks
as the suns that triple cells quadruple
across our sky a jelly with lead and fantastic
sadness in store for you. What derringers god

the tinfoil space helmet on the astronaut
that glisters and twists with everything fanatic
as the red rum seas ripen to a faster purple
and our leader in fear begins closing the docks

to insure us no viral bouquet of foreign shots
on my planet arraigns us. We know what bitter churl
can do, what dulcimer mutes, in jealous, attack;
for these light years among deathly rocks we sought

drier plateaus, raised above our worst of dreams.
Such sadness rung up when just one of us leaves.

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