Stalemate/Whatever Euphoria Means

 By Logan Lewis

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Stalemate For once, I want to be the poem, not the poet. 

Keep your stinkin' paws off me, you damn dirty ape 

That’s not a discount, that’s a loan, you photogenic dummy 

If two dozen people would lie to you, I’d be the one who tells you the truth Well, the truth is overrated, I suppose 

You can’t miss something that you never had  I’ll get drunk, and you can drive

Whatever Euphoria Means

It seems alright, I should’ve known, I don’t care if you’re not alone Only the heartbreaks are interesting: it’s something to think about Cigarette incense, talking to strangers, praise the lord, then pass the ammunition Seeing only what the water reflects: the brackish water 

Don’t cry, you need the hydration 

You’re the prettiest nervous wreck I’ve ever laid my eyes on 

Another case of wasted potential, the price to pay for being a monster Be gentle to yourself: 

Fuck you, thank God I never did

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