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Ac Lawrence Poem
I still think about you.
Arrogant and rude.
But the car rides alone are sobering.
Maybe I was all those things too.
Still,
I hope I never have a brother again.
Copyright © AC Lawrence | Year Posted 2024
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Despair not,
The wound is superficial
The arrow only grazing
Your death mask delayed
The pain is real
But the end,
far from us
Copyright © AC Lawrence | Year Posted 2025
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Ac Lawrence Poem
A decade wearing you
like a cast
And all I have to show
Is that no
one ever taught me to
be a friend
Copyright © AC Lawrence | Year Posted 2025
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Ac Lawrence Poem
When I imagined what it would
be like to be a writer,
I saw myself hunched over a
typewriter with bourbon on the
rocks sweating a ring onto my desk.
I could smell the ink on my fingers
and feel the burn of alcohol in my gut
and hear the keys clapping, a standing ovation
for the poor sad boy who wrote wings onto
his back and flew away from the red mud county.
But it's quiet here.
I sit alone at my desk and I reach into my guts
and I grab fistfuls of blood and viscera
and the keys don't move
I choke up the rage my father left in me
and the keys don't move
I cut out the fear my mother so lovingly placed
and the keys don't move
I drag out every black eye, bloody nose, and split lip I ever earned, every fight I lost, every single argument I had, every sunset I was a brother beneath, every truck cab I ever fell in love in and
THE KEYS DO NOT MOVE
Copyright © AC Lawrence | Year Posted 2024
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Ac Lawrence Poem
my shoulders are broad
my back is strong
maybe I was born to carry all of this
maybe I was never meant to put it down
Copyright © AC Lawrence | Year Posted 2024
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Ac Lawrence Poem
I felt the sun on my face today
& at first it frightened me
because it's been so
long since anything
had come to me
gently.
And
I thought
of you and how
you would be so proud
of the progress I had made
but, when I stopped to share it
with you, you had already turned to
salt. I ruined you because I was
too selfish to realize that as
I was going through hell,
I was dragging you
through it,
too.
Copyright © AC Lawrence | Year Posted 2024
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Ac Lawrence Poem
The merry-go-round lights
illuminate your face,
and
the mess of plastic that
passes for a fountain here
washes the noise of the
overpass.
You smile at me
and
not for the first time I am reminded
that we are in love.
Violent,
stupid,
arrogant
love.
We press our bodies into one
another exchanging heat
and
you laugh, like music.
You are my burial at sea.
The horizon my heart sails toward,
a chase that never stops.
Copyright © AC Lawrence | Year Posted 2024
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Ac Lawrence Poem
From the sagging back porch, I could see the honeysuckles.
They twisted the fence, pulled it away from its wooden posts
And I would sit beneath it for hours. Drinking the nectar from
the flowers.
It never seemed to rain when I was young.
Sometimes, when I fall into my car, I
roll the window down and the breeze is
the same one
that took me away from home.
It smells like asphalt and exhaust,
but I swear I can still smell the sweet
wildflowers beneath it all.
Copyright © AC Lawrence | Year Posted 2024
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Within the heart lies the capacity
for incredible violence. And none
are so endangered as those who
linger near. The common turn of
phrase is, "the heart is an organ
the size of a fist", so no one can
question the bruises.
Copyright © AC Lawrence | Year Posted 2025
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I dreamed I lost you.
The pain was so real that
I still feel the dried blood
from the sweet sutures
you used to make a man of
me.
You domesticated my soul.
Copyright © AC Lawrence | Year Posted 2025
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