Pure Poetry

 By Logan Lewis

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Don’t die, we’re short-staffed enough 

I’ll paint a nice scene: some cows, a barn, a mass murder Damn your evil machinations, you did it just to torture me A casual exercise in utter humiliation 

The soundtrack to the love affairs of millions 

Adrenaline: like drugs, but legal 

Buying a fantasy instead of an effective product Closed mouths don’t get full 

Turning grey and dishwasher 

Feeling blue in every shade 

He got it all, and it killed him: the Author of his own demise At least he’s using protection 

I’m about to make it worse 

It’s not bragging, it’s saying it’s torture, and I wish it would stop A glutton for punishment 

I like it, but I hate the taste

About the Author 

Logan Lewis is a student at Illinois Central College set to graduate this December. After ICC, he is planning on transferring to Illinois State University as an English Major to get degrees in Literature, Children's Literature and animation and is thinking about becoming a Professor. His heroes are God, his Parents, Mister Rogers, Andy Warhol and all of the amazing people who love and support him he's met along the way. His biggest writing influences are: Doug Hopkins, Harlan Ellison, Shel Silverstein, Arthur Rimbaud, Elliott Smith, and Kurt Cobain. You can usually find him at thrifting for cardigans, or screaming songs by The Gin Blossoms and Flashlight Brown in his car. #skipLogan