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

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New from The Stack - The Monolith and the Monster Ballad


http://www.lewislacook.org/thestack/the_monolith_and_the_monster_ballad.mp3

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New Music from The Stack - Online Album-in-Progress by Lewis LaCook


New Music from The Stack!

Heartworm Disease
http://www.lewislacook.org/thestack/heartworm_diseeez.mp3

Sticky Stars
http://www.lewislacook.org/thestack/sticky_stars.mp3

I Just Had To Tell You
http://www.lewislacook.org/thestack/i_just_had_to_tell_you.mp3

These songs are composed using Open Source software.
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Lewis LaCook
Director of Web Development
Abstract Outlooks Media

440-989-6481

http://www.abstractoutlooks.com
Abstract Outlooks Media - Premium Web Hosting, Development, and Art Photography

http://www.lewislacook.org
lewislacook.org - New Media Poetry and Poetics

http://www.xanaxpop.org
Xanax Pop - the Poetry of Lewis LaCook

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DISCUSSION

The monolith and the monster ballad


09/11/2007

Is it hard to love? The long road on which there shall
be no parking at anytime also cannot define gravity
albeit denser and more shallow and also spattered with
lights. Even in Einstein sitting quietly is distance
and sitting louder against the woods is some miles
more. Filters can pill those bitter arid notes on a
guitar. Though sometimes at night you come upon that
curve behind thickening trees where broadway's video
pollution bends to your heels shuffling elyria ave
pebbles ahead of you for breadcrumbs. Life's most
magnificent wonder is god's mercy it says. Sure but i
never want to be perfect. Leave me alone you'd say
i'll just die and everyone would be better off would
go the outer shirt but where would i put my cigarettes
i think i'm being crushed. Would it be hard to evolve?
That night it dipped below 40. You saunter through the
curl behind sheffield centre. Dips in the road studded
with neon delicate and jutting fold your shadow into
curbs to protect it from these cannibal streetlights
in which your mother's silences listen as you silk
past the mill undetected but for this. The skunk pads
swiftly across your path. That might be how neal
cassady died. Just dropped in to see what condition my
condition was in. Oh, the yellow placards denoting wet
floor the soundtrack with the gain all the way down
the islets of shadows trees make on the sidewalk after
midnight after midnight the down the street the down
on all four! It threatened rain both of those days but
it never did and now it's clear to everyone breathing
the same old exhaust you look up from walking held to
earth and some lawns unowned are allowed to grow wild.
I'm just relieved to be able to crack my knuckles
again. Two deer chasing safety under streetlights
pothol'd with silk lisps and empty aftermidnight
concrete through which these veins of stress and
trembling run. One day our core will cool. Do you find
it difficult to stripe across pavement that way? A
woody smear of burn turns onto reid ave a wallowing in
learnedness where birdhouses look like pallid floating
faces in the dark. There you're humming a monster love
ballad for the universe. The highs wash over you
swallow the walls and shit light back at the moon the
lows traul o'neil blvd for wombs to angel and crave
vertices to the pit of their mantles. You'll fracture
your hands pouncing and skimming through dense grasses
trying to grasp what has always and ever been void.
And on those nights clouds crazed the sky like a
history of pressure pressed in rock? Then the
headlights trouble you the newest churches calmly
sleep as you pass by.

09/22/2007

Lewis LaCook
Director of Web Development
Abstract Outlooks Media

440-989-6481

http://www.abstractoutlooks.com
Abstract Outlooks Media - Premium Web Hosting, Development, and Art Photography

http://www.lewislacook.org
lewislacook.org - New Media Poetry and Poetics

http://www.xanaxpop.org
Xanax Pop - the Poetry of Lewis LaCook

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The monolith at the beginning of september


09/02/2007

Username and password. Why do you call me sir sir? At
the beginning of my day I make enough cigarettes. For.
Not until the paperwork is finished. Your heartbeat
serrated these prisms of aching leaves. Just look
behind you. Stumbling on uneven concrete a spill of
timber light whitening painful birds stripping
tongues. There's thick glass in through I call out to
you I call and talk five minutes. Then the crickets
switch keys go up a whole step and you can still hear
the mill. The moon a wedge of anemic lemon grinning. I
could even be watching TV through your window with you
thickens near the atop loose shoes. Urban brands up to
70\% off and shit. However many churches there have
been in the world ahead of you someone walking hidden
straining to plant those shanks of run light in you
let him to air conditioned to continually eulogize
seeking distinct units. The moon sucks at another
empty parking lot up on the cracked concrete
shimmering in the sweats of summer's last sugar.
There's a used car lot at the corner of your bruised
fruit. Broadway feed and pet supply paterson 1920
gyros & more closed for repairs charleston car washes
inc. Could we interlace the sound of traffic with
kissing? You do know it's 90\% humidity out where an
abanoned shopping cart slits the sky burning away all
the weather. Crickets pound a sleighbell beat on
weight. The spiders are tethered to threads and
gliding. I park where reflectors summon mailboxes out
of the night's bath. It's busier on tuesdays. Cars
nightriding leave a garland stink of honeysuckle
behind. Renaming dislocates. Those deep purple clouds
skimming above us have surely slipped out of their
cuffs. Gills open in the road swimming anonymous cars
red the corners to townhomes littered and lit-up but
when no-one moves it gets darker. You're broken
somehow but fixing you breaks you even more. I
distinguish horizon because its deep softness
excommunicates me.

09/08/2007

Lewis LaCook
Director of Web Development
Abstract Outlooks Media

440-989-6481

http://www.abstractoutlooks.com
Abstract Outlooks Media - Premium Web Hosting, Development, and Art Photography

http://www.lewislacook.org
lewislacook.org - New Media Poetry and Poetics

http://www.xanaxpop.org
Xanax Pop - the Poetry of Lewis LaCook

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DISCUSSION

Hiding under trees


This blue thunder and its
agonizing tributaries forks
before me when i
smoke my way home
Predictably it rains nasal stitches
on mary's red umbrella
until I walk into a sign that says
no outlet
I wonder where
the ends of lines go
I didn't mean to hurt anybody
Laughing the other
side of my nose
to garbage piled behind some
houses i see and of sudden
torrents land slowly easy
pouring down

Lewis LaCook
Director of Web Development
Abstract Outlooks Media

440-989-6481

http://www.abstractoutlooks.com
Abstract Outlooks Media - Premium Web Hosting, Development, and Art Photography

http://www.lewislacook.org
lewislacook.org - New Media Poetry and Poetics

http://www.xanaxpop.org
Xanax Pop - the Poetry of Lewis LaCook

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