Author: Lucas Howard

Basquiat 0

A Letter to Basquiat

Images juxtapose. Image is just a pose for those who wish to see it Impoverished young artist, paint spattered suit. Undercover bum, cardboard boxed in Central Park. Using the spoon in your mouth to...

Smoke 0

Start Smoking Now

Companions surrender ghostlike flesh Feeling Warmth Fading ember Breath Sculpted movement Exploring little cardboard minds Hard to find a heart as hardened – my bruiseless fingers reaching skyward Febrile hunger Clawing blind for air...

spoken word poetry 0

Fleeced

Spoken Word I can tell that you’re snoozin’ – call me a psychic But the only rapid movement’s under your eyelids Not sure if it’s the grade of the chro you’ve been smokin’ You...

status poem 0

Dropping Tea

Poem Some students say they think I’m posh. I am nothing of the kind.   I have learned to watch my lip. Breath, measured. Tongue, clipped. Pauses are well timed.   My broad Luton drawl...

poem about loneliness 0

Letting Go

Poem Under the covers Clutching a torch with fading batteries Flickers of my past in the dark laughing back at me Each perfect picture’s a trick, it’s a tragedy I only exist as a...

poem about rebellion 0

Lip Service

Poem I don’t wanna be stuck in a routine, a Houdini who never escaped and suffocated over seven decades. What a way to go, eh? What a waste! I’d rather be kicked in the...

poem about being a man 0

Be A Man

Poem Be a man Be a man Be a man Be a man Go to work Pay the bills Make the kill Take the Meat Show your worth Stand up tall Never fall Never...