walk away

Hate to see you go but I love to watch you leave..

what is important enough
to you that you
would walk away from
everything you know
and love in an instant
to have, to hold, to be with..

..forever.

a job,
a person,
money,
religion,
death?

there are so few
things in life I
could ever imagine
would cause me to
leave the
comfortable walls I have
built around myself

even fewer now
because now I know
that the things
I dreamt
about
and the reality of the
dream
are nothing alike

we are all so fallible
so imperfect
and cheaply made
and sold

so easily ruined
and spoiled,
like week old fruit..
pungently sweet and
disgusting on the tongue

be very wary of
the dreams you hold,
should you ever come face
to face with them
you may not like
what
you see..

‘Beware what you wish for,
you just might get it’

-Lewis Applequist Summer 2011

I Remember You.. too..

I remember you-ooh
You’re the one who made my dreams come true
A few kisses ago

I remember you-ooh
You’re the one who said “I love you, too”
Yes, I do, didn’tcha know?

I remember, too, a distant bell and stars that fell
Like the rain out of the blue-ooh-ooh-ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo

When my life is through
And the angels ask me to recall
The thrill of it all
Then I will tell them I remember you-ooh

I remember, too, a distant bell and stars that fell
Just like the rain out of the blue-ooh-ooh-ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo

When my life is through
And the angels ask me to recall
The thrill of it all
Then I will tell them I remember, tell them I remember
Tell them I remember you

-Slim Whitman

bacon & unicorns

bacon and unicorns
unicorns and bacon

something is seriously wrong
with a generation who
(while making bacon flavored EVERYTHING)
promote good health
and worship unicorns and
rainbows

i get the humor
i really do
but the sad part is
I don’t think they do

while boys look like
girls
and girls act like
boys
(which btw, the 70s already did, think ABBA)
it seems that we are losing
our fucking minds

talking lizards fight
deep voiced
white friendly
African Americans
to sell us
car insurance
while Lady GaGa
humps dead unicorns
on stage
covered in Jew blood
singing about who knows what

should the 2012 apocalypse
save us from ourselves
what will be our legacy?
plastic water bottles
violence
and cartoon sex on TV?

the Mayans knew something
and you can bet your
sugartits
that it had nothing to do
with unicorns
and
bacon

bring on the sacrifices
let’s start with the
crooked CFOs running
our economy to shit
while posting record
profits on the backs
of the working class
then we will move on to
the religious fanatics
who bring NOTHING to the
table but more misery
and despair, FUCK YOU,
then we will move on to
HollyYork and all the
crap films they crank out
with their subliminal
messages that we’re not
good enough, strong enough,
rich enough or beautiful,
FUCK YOU,
last but not least come
the cowards who sit back
and allow this to happen,
people like YOU, and ME,
we deserve dull blades
across our throats while
watching it streamed live
via THE INTERWEBz, in 3D,
right in front of our faces.

it’s not too late,
we can defeat,
BACON and UNICORNs,
but we have to start
working on it sometime,
when we get a moment..
send me a txt and I’ll
check my calendar,
maybe we can fit it into
next weeks schedule or maybe
next month.. yeah, that
works better for me.

Oh, don’t think for one second
I forgot:

PIGS WILL BE HURT IN THE MAKING
OF THIS REVOLUTION!

-Lewis Applequist May 13th, 2011

Things

Here are some things I like:

Hearing W.S. Burroughs queer voice
Smelling the occasional weird Sugar Smack smell of my piss
Seeing that I have two beers left not one
Feeling that itch that comes from that stuff
Tasting sweat on the neck of a lover

Here are some things I do not like:

Hearing Ginsberg doing the Om sound
Smelling someone’s nasty ass discharge
Seeing that I have no beers left.. on Sunday
Feeling that pain that comes from not having that stuff
Tasting your best friends cologne on your lover’s neck

There are plenty more things
These just came to mind
Demanding to be written
Even if they are
Strange

-Lewis Applequist 2009

friday nights

in my life, two people
struggle to cope with
loneliness and despair

one suffers alone
in silence
bound to another in misery

the other suffers publicly
a town drunk with a heart of gold
regularly and violently lashing out

one takes any affection
or compliment they can
needing attention, needing love

the other rejects affection
snarls at compliments
needing attention, needing love

on a friday in august
each does something
about their situation

one takes another’s embrace
in awkward silence
needed attention, needed love

the other takes a bottle and
six feet of chain and hangs himself
needed attention, needed love

friday nights in my
life are like badly
written poetry