Lewis Hammond Stone

I am having a blue day today.

You used to recite

roses are red
violets are blue
then you would fill in the blank
now I will add..
you have moved on
I truly miss you.

Poem found in box #1

lightning to strike us both
naked and a little saggier
our bodies flash
in brief grins of desperate light/
like snapshots of streakers
caught in defiance of sanity and custom/
while we suck and stroke
liver-spotted flesh/
that beholds welcome
drops of moisture
from a purple sky
that crackles with burnt showers
of ozone that fill our nostrils/
as your tongue washes
my cock under
the dark swaying trees/
where we hear magical sounds
which call us to
strange excitements/
while others hide/fearful
they would be seduced
by the spasm and roar/
just as Hemingway was/
as his jaws opened wide
and the cold metal barrel
must have felt so bloody
feverish like our sweaty skin
the last time/we danced
on a green slick carpet
no matter about skinned knees or elbows/
you reached behind
and I thrust in-
time to catch breathless phrases/
our lungs gasping
with voices that beg and repeat/
come/
come/
do not let me die//


Poem written in Mass after learning of a mass connected to the kidneys.

DREAMS

Last night, was the first night ever, that I saw you in my dreams. You have always been in my dreams but faceless, just a presence, a force. Last night I saw you in your green cable sweater your face your body shape, and I was grabbing for you trying to hang on the the cloth. I was screaming and crying don't leave me.

Tears on the Raspberries

As I was picking raspberries from the bushes in the backyard.I was thinking of you and our trip to Paris. We bought raspberries and cherries to share...

You wrote a couple of poems about the fruit and what it represented. As I was reminiscing I heard and then felt a few drops from the heavens. I was startled by the rain as the sky was cloudless.

So out of the blue you came to cry with me.

July 4th 2010

If you were here
you would be weeping
for your broken hearted dreams of country.
The pops songs, the drum beats, the cannonade
the glittering whistlers in the evening air. Would
cause tears to choke
your very breaths.
You left the country
you fought for
in your mind.
The proof of your
service, a whiff of
cordite in the breeze.