Level Head

Illustration for the poem "Level Head" by Robert Lutz

Back and forth
South, north
Standing, talking
Chuckling, walking

Sights obscene
Sounds unwanted
Hands untied
Mind haunted

Slithering, bickering
Criminal lingering
Intentional bling-bling
Ghostly thing

Raw umbrella
Soaking rain
Blasphemous traits
Sunny smile

Same disposition
Different demeanor
Oppressed and angry
Hanging in tight

Level head
Wide birth
Bronze hair
Brown lion

Ghostly play of sights and sounds
Run-down dogs and dirty hounds
Broken nuns in brown bikinis
Purple sinks and eerie scenics

Elevator pitch for nothing
Boiling mice and peanuts cushioning
Blows to the head and heart below
The banks are growing inward


Organ Recital, Part 3: Reflection

Illustration for Part 3: Reflection of the poem "Organ Recital" by Robert Lutz

All sundials are round
Round things render the world void of sound

Sound is silent when I recall those memories
Memorial houses, sights immemorial

All is metaphorical

Those ice cream cones never kept
Those vanilla scoops properly enshrined

Shrines for the gods
Gold shines in the light

The sundial first draws the circle, then the arc

Organ Recital, Part 2: Emotion

Illustration for Part 2: Emotion of the poem "Organ Recital" by Robert Lutz

They’re going
They’re glowing

They ain’t bowing
They are vowing

They’ll drive tent pole stakes
Into ten people snakes

No villagers are safe
From no pillagers in their graves

Opposition is not a spectator sport
Best to tremble in a corner, don’t attempt no retort

Blow past the stop sign, flying your white banner
Still you’ll be taken
—mistakenly, completely forsaken, your dreams will be shaken
—your name an aching inscription, left for dead in fading henna


Organ Recital, Part 1: Logic

Illustration for Part 1: Logic of the poem "Organ Recital" by Robert Lutz

All is not lost
All is not forgotten

I am lost
I am forgotten

Green sheep carry sleek mice to the steeple
A mean heap marries a reaped prize in front of the people

Ding dong Mr. Meinong, throw a bag of words out the window
Ping pong Mrs. Unicorn, hats off—they’re doing pogroms now
—to entertain a bunch of bored people indoors

Fashion is never fashionable at first
Fashion is always fashioned by thirst

I don no coat
My name is label


Illustration for the poem

Let’s not retreat
There’s much to gain
We’re wrong to think all is

Our courage is yet to come
Still, remember we’re up
A hopeless cause, a useless

No way we’re going back to the dead
An eye for an eye, against all
Walls can’t shield from


Illustration for the poem "Distinction" by Robert Lutz

I graduated with distinction
From the school of forms

My presence marks the absence
Of morning and another dawn

Look me in the eye and
Tell me what you see

I am bare
I am empty
I am texture
I am rigidity

My somber mood runs deep
My growth happens at
The level of roots

My crown is the sky
Birds rest on my skin

I am exposed
I am different
I am other

Do not mistake thick and black
For stuck and opaque

Do not confuse fickle and white
With agile and pure

I stand out
I don’t stand down

Leaf of Absence

Illustration for the poem "Leaf of Absence" by Robert Lutz

She has taken a leaf of absence
from the old tree by her house

Darkness and light switch off
pumping melodies into her
musical veins

She is swimming in loneliness
in the company of her kin

No one sweeps in dreamland
after they scatter the ashes
in the wind

They just brush off the foliage
to reveal the colors of fall

Green moss and blue sky kiss
brown bark and grey mountains