untitled |
Under steel beamed supports, that we hung like monkeys,
Taking in the word of Chrystos and watching the sun set behind the wetland forest,
Your heart was set: the year to come, a traveler of the west,... Posted by Joe 'not the boxer' Lewis on Fri, 25 Apr 2008 08:06:00 PST |
Dover |
"I need a date to the promwould you like to come along but nobody would go to the prom with me, baby"American Music- The Violent Femmes"Dover heights," said Dead Eye Dick to the reporters. "Dover heig... Posted by Joe 'not the boxer' Lewis on Wed, 02 Apr 2008 12:34:00 PST |
D.I.Y.:uprooting trees |
Time trickles down sand stone sidewalks,
sedentary is the fear and we all have our pretty pennies in a row.
Sophistication--
It meant something once
Grotesque--
&n... Posted by Joe 'not the boxer' Lewis on Wed, 05 Mar 2008 08:25:00 PST |
...and the art of growing younger |
Wind shaking my house,and i'm under the ominous light from the crystal ball,running and rounding my answers to the nearest phrasethis is the time of year i look back and rememberdead dead dying dead2-... Posted by Joe 'not the boxer' Lewis on Sun, 23 Dec 2007 11:16:00 PST |
an open poem for the next contest (when they will finally accept it) |
Club Scene Jazz Dream and a tenor man likes to sing about good dogs named blue
Doop doop, dowop, et doo
To hell with you critics and critiques,
I've read your grand prize winning verse of ... Posted by Joe 'not the boxer' Lewis on Mon, 12 Nov 2007 03:53:00 PST |
A song about me and death of things |
Sent in a poetry contest. Without title.
A casket open and a body so painted up and stuffed up I can't believe this man hugged me at a point in my life
I went from the dark halls of memor... Posted by Joe 'not the boxer' Lewis on Tue, 30 Oct 2007 07:26:00 PST |
Spont. Prose Amid Thoughts of Autumn, Romance, and Friends |
The thing about Autumn
It makes me want to fall in love
Seeing lovers walk hand-in-hand down lanes of golden orange trees
 ... Posted by Joe 'not the boxer' Lewis on Tue, 30 Oct 2007 07:24:00 PST |
The Campfire Poet Club |
"I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own conf... Posted by Joe 'not the boxer' Lewis on Mon, 16 Jul 2007 09:22:00 PST |
Scenes from a day at the movie theatre |
I filled the popcorn bin as a two year old stood with his nose pressed against the glass. Every time I threw a scoop of popcorn he screamed with delight. His eyes filled with absolute amazement, no on... Posted by Joe 'not the boxer' Lewis on Tue, 03 Jul 2007 05:37:00 PST |
Glenn Miller and decent humus |
Cents and sensitivity,
all that gets jammed up in sleepless nights and hours of work.
I never have the right words when i need them.
It's cool. shit ha... Posted by Joe 'not the boxer' Lewis on Fri, 29 Jun 2007 07:45:00 PST |