The Writings of Mary Lewys

What if I were one of the girls
With stars in her eyes
Walking around in gossamer dresses and
Picking daisies out in left field?
I could paint my nails a pretty coral
And rub the sun from eyes for staring too long.
With sands between my toes,
I would laugh at the waves and the dark skies.
I couldn’t hear the tramping feet
Stomping up behind me or hear the wail
Of the baby birds who have lost their mothers.
That deep, red stain would be Kool-aid or punch.
Moldy, dusty smells wouldn’t turn me on so much.
I could wear gold and talk about housewives
And see that grass is green and the sky is blue
With nothing more to it than that.
Nothing between the lines to read or
Secret symbols scrawled into the flesh
For fingers to find in the night.
I could be one of those girls easily enough
If I made castles in the sky from cold, dry cement.

© Mary Lewys, 2010

This was posted in my LiveJournal for Christmas 2007:

T’was the night of Christmas
And all through the manger,
The birth of Baby Jesus
Was in immediate danger.

No sooner than he was born
Did the situation turn dire.
Magneto, evil mutant, appeared
With the villains he hired.

Juggernaut and Rhino landed
And started kicking wiseman ass
While Vemon grabbed Mary
And frightened the poor lass.

Joseph leapt into action
To defend his son and wife,
But Magneto just laughed
And vowed to take his ‘sapien life.

A flash of red, white, and blue
Flashed before the new dad.
Captain America’s shield
Saved Joseph from a fist full of bad.

Wolverine slid in fast
To push the bassinet across the stall
And saved little Baby Jesus
From Crusher Creel’s steal ball.

Ironman landed and
Readied his repulsor beam
To take out Juggy
And Rhino, sight unseen.

On the roof top, he landed.
Spidey readied his attack.
He shot his strong webbing
And wrapped Venom in a sack.

The angel appeared
With an unearthly glow.
With a firm grip, she held her sash
To bring Magneto low.

So Christmas was saved
By Marvel’s Mightiest Heroes.
Now get to bed, you scamps,
Or Santa’s bringing you zero.

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© Mary Lewys, 2007

I can hear the strum
Of the Earth’s engines
I’m so far down
In the dark.

So easily lost in
The crumbling coal,
Fool’s gold
And flimsy shale,
I forget what I came
Down here for.

Over the throng,
Over the thunderous quake,
I hear you mumble
Something soft and soothing.
It doesn’t matter what
You say or what
I hear,
Simply that you speak
To me
Reach for me
And pull me up.

I’ve forgotten the sun,
How to laugh for no reason,
Where the light shines
In all things,
But I have you to remember.
Show me the way home.

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© Mary Lewys, 2007

As your ejaculation runs down my thigh,
I wonder how many deaths I have just cause
By not clenching just right
And if God will ever forgive me.

It wasn’t a viable pregnancy
She.
She wasn’t viable pregnancy.
You don’t know. You can’t know the sex.
Of course I do.
I am her mother.
I was her mother
I will never be her mother.

Nuns, they sure can teach you grammar
Which tense of verb to use at the proper time,
Move you through time with a proper choice of words
They can teach how to pray, how to ensure
Your place in the next life.

I wish they taught me how to survive this one.

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© Mary Lewys, 2007

I’m rubber.
You’re glue.
Whatever I say
Bounces off your gianormous ego for some reason
And flies off into the ether because you’re too stupid to get it.
Damn it.

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© Mary Lewys, 2006

It was your feet that broke the path
Wandering through the innocence of snow
I only hear the stories,
Six paces deep
Like legends you are
Giant foot prints to fill
Even though my way was easier
I suppose
Maybe
It tickles, this mirrors reflection
The apple branch too high to reach
The pond too far across to swim through alge and muck
And I weigh the knowledge of the heroes on the scale
With you, nail-biting until it balances
Even calm, beautiful
Stumbling along, I try to keep up in the sand
But the silent black waves wash the path clean
And I am alone not alone on some foreign shore
Wondering how you didn’t break your neck
Falling from the nest
Somehow it works though it makes little sense
Bright ribbon gifts of no excuses
Veer left, little on, or right
You’ll never catch up
I’m not supposed to, right.
Watch me as I fall
I’ll watch you as you soar
Big sister equals stepping off the ledge
And means simple open arms.

(c) Mary Lewys, 2004