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Jeff Lewis Nov 2019
Rortle beans.
You've never had them.
But if you had,
You would know
They make you chortle.
Like a tortle on its back
Would never do
To you.
Poor tortle. (flip 'em over will ya)
Up too late
Jeff Lewis Nov 2019
Something?
Anything?
Nothing.

That's what I have today,
nothing.

But nothing
might be
something,

if seen a certain way.
Nothing is nothing, except room to grow.
Jeff Lewis Oct 2019
5 pm Halloween afternoon
87 degrees outside
I wonder--is that in the shade?
Anyway,
I'm not expecting many snowmen
Looking for Snickers bars.
As a kid i might dress as an artic explorer as a way to stay warm. Different places, different times.
Jeff Lewis Oct 2019
The club was hot.
The music rocking.
On the floor I was dancing for
Joy!
Only to find out she left with
her girlfriends.
Jeff Lewis Oct 2019
Rain on a Monday.
It’s been done.
In that over-and-over sorta way that so much of
life has been done.
Like crippling heartburn after tacos on Tuesday,
or crippling heartbreak after that wonderful date,
or DECLINED while you’re standing at the register,
when you know you’ve got money,
or thought you did—
and of course there’s a huge line waiting,
or…rent,
or burnt-on-cheese in your favorite pan,
or that traffic jam on Friday afternoon.
You know,
when you had those plans
with her
or him
or whomever,
or whatever.
Weekends spent laying in bed,
staring at the ceiling ’cuz that’s the only way
to face the week ahead,
and the only real positive you can find is
you don’t really wish you were dead.

It’s all been done, every bit,
and so much more.

We need a change,
a different way,
a different plan
some sort of revolution,
but one where everybody wins.

We need a bucket,
But one without a bottom.
a place to drop
all those worried woes.
We need…hell, I don’t know…

…Unicorns?

…strawberry ice-cream by the gallon?

maybe…wise and kindly dragons?

THAT’S IT!

I want a dragon,
big
and greenish bronze with scales the size of dinner plates,
a whiff of smoke and a faint essence of sulphur.
crimson eyes that pierce the soul.
And so wise he makes Merlin seem like a dolt.
he’ll tell me stuff—tons of really smart stuff.
All those things I already know,
and know that I know,
but somehow just won’t see.

…and I want ice cream.
and a place that makes time go slow
so I can sit and take a pause.

and, of course—
I need a Fricking unicorn!
Like, why not!
Who couldn’t use a their own personal unicorn on a
                                                  nasty, rainy Monday afternoon?
I think I’ll name him Fred.
Jeff Lewis Oct 2019
.                                        Waiting.

          Just that.

                          Waiting.

And knowing
                               futility in this course.
I think I  may be forced to take action before I see any change. Funny how that works.
Jeff Lewis Oct 2019
He read the leaves like
love notes.
Heard music
in the breeze. He knew
the trees by name.
The child was at home.

Now leaves are code.
And, notes tumble on jumbled winds.
The forest is strange...
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