12 Feb Outlaw Reflections: Poems for Cupid’s Day
Regular contributor Oleh Lysiak is not widely known as a softie. But is his bark worse than his bite? Or is his bite sometimes a love bite? True these poems, like their author, are unconventional tropes to Valentine’s Day, but who needs more Hallmark treacle? His words are sweet like agave, you know, sugar with spikes.
LAVA
I think of her and linger
in the alchemy of kisses
changing blood to lava
and thank whoever
dishes out the luck
I could still feel this
fucking crazy. She
was a kid, knew lyrics
to all my favorite
tunes, a lifetime
of mistakes to make
and I was gladly
the next one.
MUTE
I’m searching for a prefect phrase
describing how a hopeful mute
willing to sing an aria of passion
feels about his brain aflame
with love’s delectable
hot sauce piquant.
MIRACLES
When no obvious miracles
occur I make do with the
sound of rain, surf, wind,
the smell of fog salt mixed
with fresh ground coffee,
live coals in ashes bloomed
into another cozy day,
orange cat asleep on
garbage can lid eye open for
a call to breakfast, wife under
covers mumbling shallow dawn
light dream words: nuances in
grays and greens with possibilities
of blue holes in the sky a little later on.
Editor’s note about Oleh:
I am reminded of the man every day. A talented sculptor, one of his mobiles sits on the coffee table in our living room. But I had not seen or heard from Oleh Lysiak for over 20 years. Ah, the wonders of social media. We rediscovered each other a few months ago, which was when I also discovered the artist is also a writer – at least nowadays – though making marks on paper is only one among a very long list of talents, some slightly sketchy.
O.Z. Lysiak has from time to time worked as a reporter, editor, columnist, photographer, public affairs officer, restaurateur, festival booth owner-operator, ski technician, carpenter, sailor, smuggler, tree planter, fishing guide, truck driver, river guide, cook, wood-cutter, trash collector, marine gravity operator, reclaimed wood broker and sculptor. He has written for The Ukrainian Weekly, The Oregonian, and closer to home, The Aspen Daily News, The Aspen Times, The Crested Butte Pilot, The San Miguel Basin Forum – and The Telluride Daily Planet. Oleh’s poetry has been widely published and his is author of several books, including “Neighborhood of Strangers” and “Art, Crime & Lithium,” also available locally at Between the Covers Bookstore.
Given his street cred and the fact he wrote extensively locally in the bad old days, I asked Oleh if he would mine his files for past columns that might be of interest to our readers. I am thankful the man said “yes.”
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