I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
Month: October 2018
I’m here.
An indication of the place
you occupy
physically or emotionally.
I’m here.
An incantation of power,
or confidence,
in your presence.
I’m here.
An invitation of support, or
to allow someone else in,
physically or emotionally.
I’m here.
10/05/2018 j.g.l.
Posted on October 4, 2018 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
seasons pass
humble the days
frost draws closer
each autumn night
flowers still bloom
when possible
fearing not the dark
but the morning
which finds
them naked
are you the flower
or the frost
© 2018 j.g. lewis
Posted on October 3, 2018 by j.g.lewis // 2 Comments
Victimless crime.
Take what is yours, take what is mine.
Undue violence, the greed, hypocrisy;
what is left behind when
we are only accountable
to ourselves.
Each of us a shadow,
most of us forgettable,
all of us trying
to get by.
Beyond the barking dogs, before
pungent night air strangles any humanity
from vagrants who piss in corners
we never visit.
On the darker side of 3 a.m.
A wrong answer will get you knifed,
the wrong needle will leave you dead.
No one will care.
Fewer will know.
Remind me who I am
before I forget to see.
Just write
my name
in graffiti.
Claim my sins
and transgressions.
I will own up to my responsibilities,
like a prayer
like a poem
like a person.
© 2018 j.g. lewis
