Echo

Illustration for the poem "Echo" by Robert Lutz

Each summer you were bound for the zenith
Each time I asked you, my rosy cheeks
made a mockery of the Marlboro man

Pain is an army of clouds
concealing northern blue saturation

If I turn on the light, I see you
dreaming out loud

How are we supposed to fill the sky together
if I drown every time you bat your eyes?

Somebody once wrote on a wall:
“I am not an easel”
Apply your rainbow paint and I shall
retreat into pure scarlet

Who will hazard a glance
once the evening dulls
the sparkle of the canvas fibers?

How I wish you would take me
along for the ride

Let me take you

My radiant zeppelin
You are glowing in the sky
breaking the color spectrum

Sense is my lifeline
with shivering hands
I grasp for it in vain

Will you show me the way?

I want to remain in your light
but my desire casts a shadow
onto the foothills of Mount Soul

It’s quite a hike getting up there
I can feel the winds up high down below
as I follow the breadcrumbs
strewn along the sole road

Birds smear the azure up above
their flight makes me dizzy

Who will take my hand
so that I can stave off
yet another fall?

Forgive me, my thoughts are sticky
but please don’t wipe them down
they’re the goo holding me together

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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