The code word is LaFleur.
To make it believable
throw in too much sunshine,
too many mai tais. I’m the
smoke thing, LaFleur.
Back to tracking to find
the bodies. Furrow your brow
enough and it’ll stick. Your sad
sunflower in the cold apartment
hallway. Your shining badge.
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The LOST Semester | a poetry project
Posted by: Lily Ladewig | May 28, 2010
Season Six, Episode 8: Reckon
Posted in Season Six | Tags: body, smoke, sun, track
Posted by: Lily Ladewig | May 28, 2010
Season Six, Episode 7: Dr. Linus
OK, I’m listening.
There’s a clearing. You said
“candidates.” How many
are there? I remember that thing
breaking in half like it was
only yesterday. Napoleon on Elba
was perhaps the result of oversleeping.
That was his island. This is my gift.
Posted in Season Six | Tags: island
Posted by: Lily Ladewig | May 23, 2010
Season Six, Episode 6: Sundown
Lessons in orchestration:
Sayid asleep, then a hand
coming into the frame:
indicate violas, recorded
as rectangles rather than circular
notes: for each glissando wait
and think: silence is better:
I have an idea and it might involve
torture: or torches: and again,
just to let it breathe: then
cluster out to credits.
Posted in Season Six | Tags: hand, sayid, torture
Posted by: Lily Ladewig | May 23, 2010
Season Six, Episode 5: Light House
Claire doesn’t look full of darkness to me.
More like bedraggled. Having fun finally,
carrying a gun instead of a baby. Dirty about
the face and hands. That’s what comes of chasing
ghosts. It’s an old school way of traverse.
Trekking through. Wielding that ax like a pro.
Posted in Season Six | Tags: baby, claire, ghost, gun
Posted by: Lily Ladewig | May 23, 2010
Season Six, Episode 4: Substitute
I guess I’d better put some pants on.
At this point I can no longer say that I’m lost.
What I am is trapped. A hole in the cliff.
Rocks on the scale and the scale tipping.
The names etched in real good.
Posted in Season Six | Tags: lost, rock
Posted by: Lily Ladewig | May 23, 2010
Season Six, Episode 3: What Kate Did
I think about running.
Reminiscent of electricity
like some kind of torture.
A branding as it nears skin.
I watch Kate’s body move
through the playground,
gun in hand. I keep forgetting
what year it is. Who is where.
What changes you.
Posted in Season Six | Tags: body, gun, kate, torture
Posted by: Lily Ladewig | May 23, 2010
Season Six, Episode 2: LAX (Part 2)
Lets not resort to name calling.
Back again to no English. Try me
in any foreign tongue. Twin
references to the cross. Sayid lifted
from the water to return. As a representation.
And against an ancient pattern. This is
a resurrection in the Ladies Room.
It’s good to see you out of those handcuffs.
Posted in Season Six | Tags: hand, sayid, water
Posted by: Lily Ladewig | May 23, 2010
Season Six, Episode 1: LAX (Part 1)
Does he see
the new gray
hairs? The wound
on his neck.
A mystery.
The whiteness
of the screen.
He thought he
could save her
by pulling on
the metal. But
there’s LA
approaching
from below—
coming up
to meet us
as the tires
touch down.
Gently.
Posted in Season Six | Tags: screen, wound
Posted by: Lily Ladewig | May 23, 2010
Season Five, Episode 17: The Incident (Part 2)
I don’t speak destiny. Who truly understands a blessing?
The French for “wounded” is “blessé”. Enough room
in the back seat of this taxi for you and me and this guitar case.
I am blessed. I am most definitely not changing the future
which is just the beginning of a long journey of dying.
Are you with me on this? It’s about to happen.
Posted in Season Five | Tags: French, future, wound
Posted by: Lily Ladewig | May 23, 2010
Season Five, Episode 16: The Incident (Part 1)
There are only
so many things
that can be fixed
or carefully combed
through the loom.
Pulling back
the wedding veil
we hide in plain sight.
And how to detonate it.
Perhaps it can’t be
dropped. Held or cradled
as one would a baby.
Posted in Season Five | Tags: baby, bomb
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