miller lavon

iris

I looked up the Latin word for rainbow

Iris

 

she was a friend of a friend

back in ice-cold Denver

what I wouldn’t give to see snow now

 

she came to my rock show

I couldn’t kiss her then

so we all got pizza instead

 

drunk on the black midnight sun

eating so sloppily

animalistic

 

we both love The Smashing Pumpkins

“Does that mean y’all are soulmates?” my ex asked.

“No.”, I told her.

Readbeard’s Map

 

before Lermontov and London

lies an ocean

fluent bicycle parrots

falling baskets

magician strewn upon dayless sands

child’s play

pistachio dreams

buried treasure

under pine trees

I had seen

one summer ago

The 4891 Report

world controller on

train mobile office

wages war for and against

Eurasia

 

history is written

on a TV show

by the red army

and USO

Miller Lavon is a 30-year-old author, who grew up in southern Georgia.  After reading Jack Kerouac's works in his twenties, he began writing seriously. He has a bachelor’s degree in political science and enjoys writing satirically about the government and most other things Miller lives in Savannah, Georgia. He spends his free time watching movies, reading books, drinking Heineken, and writing with his editor pets, Harmony T. Cat and Orangey.