Lauren Michaels


Lauren Michaels Poems

1. Movement 10/7/2006
2. Fond Hypocracy 7/26/2006
3. Remorse 9/1/2006
4. Still(What Would Be Alright) Sequel 9/10/2006
5. Grey Hair (The Being Unto Death) 9/21/2006
6. Who's Fault Is It Then? Chronicles 9/30/2006
7. Hereafter 10/27/2006
8. 1 10/30/2006
9. Realism 11/23/2006
10. Therapy Sessions 12/29/2006
11. Ceiling Lake 1/31/2007
12. Backtrack 2/5/2007
13. Faux Self-Deprecation 2/22/2007
14. The Network Was Down 2/23/2007
15. The 16: 19 Westbound. 2/24/2007
16. 24 Hours/ A Less Succinct Thought 3/26/2007
17. 4 8/26/2007
18. Just Cause You Feel It Doesn'T Mean Its There. 1/27/2008
19. Orion 1/27/2008
20. Alcmaeonid 2/29/2008
21. Provide For Today 3/21/2008
22. Convalescence. 4/24/2008
23. Machinery 7/1/2008
24. Drunk, Years Later. 4/10/2010
25. Domesticated. 7/20/2006
26. Gale 1/18/2007
27. Idolatry 1/18/2007
28. A Physical Thing 1/23/2007
29. This Fever 11/1/2007
30. Reverse (Just Like The Movies) 7/21/2006
31. Venirs. 7/20/2006
32. Writing Sad Things For Sweet Men 11/27/2006
33. Cycle 3/19/2008
34. Strange Articles 10/25/2007
35. Every Single Winter. 12/22/2006
36. Gift 7/13/2006
37. Old Poem For The New World (I Want To Go Home) 7/16/2006
38. The Morning 7/18/2006
39. Glimpse Of The Moon From The Window 5/12/2006
40. Here And Now 5/28/2006
Best Poem of Lauren Michaels

An Education

This is Fact!
If a quadratic equation
With real coefficients
Has complex roots
They will come
In conjugate pairs.
Fact.
An enzyme is
A protein catalyst
A biological catalyst
Fact.

Hard and bare.
With none of the
Physicality of living.
Facts that teach us nothing
That tell us nothing.
Of where we're going
Where we've been.
How to battle the ever
Growing apathy tides.

So

I sat at my maths book
And cried tonight.
For forty minutes, I cried.
I want to be a wordsmith.
To take language and make it my ...

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Sleeping Badly

I burst out of the stillness of sleep.
Pollute the night with a cacophony of sound.
My hard heartbeat roaring
My heavy chest heaving.
My sorry hands Sweating.
And when relief again quiets me.
And darkness then cushions me.
And slumber slips heavy about my eyes.
I tell myself nothing has changed.

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