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Lewis LaCook
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The boy with the filthy laugh

poet / musician / engineer

https://linktr.ee/lewislacook
https://lewislacook.org
https://open.spotify.com/artist/6SBbL2LlYbNodec3BpQ7Cf?si=cEjqHn0lRySG38KDb7_ilg
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Lewis trying desperately to look chill while apparently floating in the void
October 19, 2025 at 9:12 PM
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#poetry
A Spurt Of Sepia And in October I bleed sepia, cut out for a rose-colored obituary, a pity that no moony boat could tip in a spill across your lips, pronouncing the sentence. The howl of soft tissue that rises on an evening with a proposal on its hands, embarrassed leaves with rabies, fallen like fingerprints in the driveway: these things are not the only ones I speak to, but nearly. And in October I bring seeds reeking of tongues that guess at kissing, horned ghosts who womb your limbs, mowers of exquisite equators, the schism of dull fruit that bites at your fingers when you tinge with verbs a wreath around my organ, bubbling, sonorous… nearly. The bowl of frost blushing like roses. And in October I fall, a laugh pinched between gritted teeth, on my knees before my need for you, leaving soot still living in the folds of your skin. These are the ones I still speak to, a crease in water that sees both of us. Escape, you tell me, and your teeth in my organ are a fugue. On my street trees are the color of grief
October 9, 2025 at 4:43 PM
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A little poem to start the week off
#poetry
Dead Man’s Glasses So what if the glass changes shape for the water? It’s the drink that refreshes, not the dead man staring out from the mirror. In good time my good man, the clouds scowling down at us will begin their performance, drifting and piling into shapes we can’t remember without pain. It’s the kind of pain that refreshes, though, so that when the dead man staring in from the street outside lights up, leaves flaming along sun-rinsed paths, you stop the rehearsal, tears boiling. Because the articulation of every melody in our agreement skews when the trees drop whirling seed on hot pavement, the people you love forget you, and you’ll need to be born again. So it’s October’s skeletons that sip at the pollen you offer so carelessly, it’s the harmonic of cars sighing as they pull away, it’s the way you watch your own back in the mirror that shapes the glass, not your dreams. And when summer is dying in the streets, the yellow air that washes your thoughts away won’t even know your name
October 5, 2025 at 11:54 PM
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The U.S. spending a great deal of money to arrest 37 people w in the most cruel way possible
October 3, 2025 at 3:13 AM
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August 30, 2025 at 8:36 PM
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August 29, 2025 at 12:55 PM
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Dusk, some lights between dark houses
August 17, 2025 at 12:57 AM
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Full moon over dark trees
August 10, 2025 at 3:44 AM
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Happy Independence Day, regardless
Star sparkler sparkling
July 5, 2025 at 2:21 AM
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Sunset, Fredonia NY
June 28, 2025 at 11:18 AM
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July 4th
Lewis LaCook
new album
Vampire Roofs

#poetry
#music
#electronica
#trippy
#experimental

on streaming services and on bandcamp at
lewislacook.bandcamp.com
June 27, 2025 at 10:26 PM
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The Board of Directors
A long haired tabby and a ragdool cat nap on a blue couch.
June 21, 2025 at 11:17 PM
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June 15, 2025 at 5:06 AM
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Trump always chickens out. I don’t even wanna taco bout it.
Trump always chickens out
May 28, 2025 at 10:57 PM
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My wife Lindsay makes top-tier quiche.
A toasty delicious quiche
May 4, 2025 at 7:27 PM
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John Ashbery
A poem by John Ashbery, Art Songs
May 4, 2025 at 1:09 AM
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John Ashbery
A poem by John Ashbery
April 22, 2025 at 12:31 AM
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Wally would like to wish you a happy birthday
Long haired cat regarding you quizzically
April 19, 2025 at 1:50 AM
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Wolfie and Wally
Two cats lounging in a cat tree
April 18, 2025 at 2:43 PM
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#poetry
March 29, 2025 at 1:00 AM
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Robert Desnos
A poem by surrealist Robert Desnos
March 16, 2025 at 8:12 PM
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Saving the playlist
February 27, 2025 at 9:57 PM
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Really should switch up my diet, I could use some color
Middle aged man trying very hard to look serious
February 27, 2025 at 3:19 AM
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Henri Michaux
A prose passage on flies by Henri Michaux
February 26, 2025 at 12:59 PM
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Staring into the void, wondering if it has treats.
A rag doll kitten staring into the void, likely about to attack it.
February 22, 2025 at 8:00 PM