Author: Lucas Howard
Skater Boy
Poem Attracting my sites like a magnet Moving through the busy street Weaving through the evening traffic Setting pose with bended knee Taking flight as if by magic Landing inches from my feet Never...
Mind The Gap
Poem I was reading Fear and Loathing for the first time in years, when a train appeared at the station and footsteps filled my ears. As the platform cleared I noticed a girl...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
The Man Who Can
Poem You run a bath for my return I take out the bins I forget half of all I yearned You remember little things You have the eye, the finer touch I engage in...
