Eric Lawson is writing twisted poems to scream at your grandmother's house at 2 a.m. in the rain.
Kandahar Caviar
4/22/10
©2010 Eric Lawson
Munitions disappearing
Pack and helmet constricting
Uniform in tatters
Ambushed
Overtaken
Left for dead in the desert
A week has now passed
Only we three remain
To fight this war (?) again
As the indifferent enemy
Vanish into the caves
No supplies
No shelter
No hope of rescue
Darnell offers me a leaf
Teeming with maggots
He knows I am starving
"Just pretend, Charlie"
He says, lips blistering
"Pretend it's Caviar"
Ink Therapy
4/22/10
©2010 Eric Lawson
I chalk up the first one to
A prolonged night of drinking
I chalk up the second one to
Having something to prove
I chalk up the third one to
All the exes and one-offs
Who all had the nerve to
Scar me emotionally
Mar me completely
Drove me to drinking
And maybe even rethinking
My philosophy to the point
Where I am not only
Listening to Physical Graffiti
But I am wearing it - forever!
Tattoos on my skin
But never on my soul
Nothing makes sense anymore
Nothing except the ink
And the waiting chair
And the sleeved doctor
Who for a mere $300
Can make me feel a little
Less like an arrested child
And more alert and alive
Than any placating shrink
Ever possibly could
Meridia Veneer
4/16/10
©2010 Eric Lawson
Austere florescent lights bleach
The earth tones from her clothes
She staggers around the courtyard
With the dedication of an android
Children stay clear
Employees scoff
Security keeps tabs
Like a rabid mongrel on high alert
She drinks water from the fountain
Flashing neon store signs fascinate
Her miniscule attention span
Elderly shoppers sigh
Players take note
Security draws straws
Stained with blood, food, and sweat
Her clothes are mere afterthought
Medicines ooze out from her pores
Making her skin shine like armor
Tourists take pictures
Employees disperse
Security moves in
Acknowledging invisible specters
She smiles, collapses, and whispers
“Meridia”
Gerbil in Converse
12/23/09
©2009 Eric Lawson
Sleep in my comfy bed
Drink my morning coffee
Whistle while I work
Run on the treadmill
Poke my gorgeous girlfriend
Drink away the pain at night
Eat crackers in my bed
Double my coffee intake
Quit my dead-end job
Run on the treadmill
Abuse my mouthy girlfriend
Drink away the pain at night
Masturbate in my bed
Eat raw coffee beans
Look for work again
Run on the treadmill
Avoid my clingy girlfriend
Drink away the pain at night
Set fire to my bed
Steal handfuls of coffee beans
Mug strangers for money
Destroy the damn treadmill
Miss my girlfriend dearly
Accept the pain as part of life
Ignore the glass ceiling
Just Read Your Shit
12/3/09
©2009 Eric Lawson
Oh, for the love of everything sacred
Put down the latte with conviction
Stop your self-serving posturing
Just read your shit
Don’t ever try to force feed us
A heinous five minute diatribe
For a skimpy one minute poem
We are all slowly and painfully dying
Right before your unconcerned eyes
Andale, you pompous fuckwad
Just read your shit
Don’t lay on a monotone history lesson
So you say the Micmac Tribe actually
Mated with early European explorers?
Wow. Really? That’s nice. Who cares?
Is that all for today, Professor Wikipedia?
Just read your shit
Don’t dish out scientific facts either
I don’t really give a good goddamn
About peculiar reptilian sex drives
Is that actually supposed to somehow
Beef up your artistic pedigree, chief?
Just read your shit
And don’t glad hand me afterwards
With false smiles and modestly galore
Like I owe you some zesty ass kissing
Find your center, read the page, and speak
Tell me; what did you yourself write?
He’s reading it! A-ha, okay, at last
Now we’re finally getting to the art
I can now retract my critical claws
And I will listen whole heartedly
Because just like you, Sir Rants-A-Lot
I am always completely full of shit
Popcorn Delusions
12/11/09
©2009 Eric Lawson
Liquid butter and extra cheese
Make everything taste better
Racism
Genocide
Hypocrisy
Hatred
Intolerance
Violence
Execution
War
16:9 ratio and 65” across
High definition to the max
Real
People
Die
Without any dramatic flare
Lame!
Pass me the rose colored glasses
I’ve seen this old movie before
Blow something up already
Reality can’t entertain me
The clock is always ticking
So please make your point
Before the popcorn runs out
