Poems from Alex Lanz

May 15, 2007

These poems are by Alex Lanz.  He’s about to graduate from Eighth grade and onto High School.


We look at each other’s lives through a rose colored glass, or so they say.

That while we look on to a boy playing with his cell phone his parents bought,

or a friend of yours holding the arm of a girl you liked,

you look through the rosy window of a lonely gray car,

seemingly headed towards oblivion.

But we shouldn’t blame the glass.

(which arguably we have forged with our own minds)

For the persons you are watching could be to blame.

As they have forged a façade, perhaps from the same material,

which ends up reflecting yourself,

without you ever knowing it.

But you look on, intoxicated by another’s joy.

Until it becomes a seed, that takes root,

and leaves muddy footprints all over your heart.

From Principles of Monotony



The vivid stars

complement the street lights.

And even though they’re so far away,

I want to take a handful

And sprinkle them into my ramen.


bright neon store lights

flash out from the darkness.

They then become the

stone clocks

for the frivolities

of the nightlife.


It’s like a large train

that takes away our concerns

to a vacation

for just a few hours,

and the train moves at a speed

that makes light seem slow and sticky.


Movie night:

A tradition as old as time.

I can picture the events of Creation

with a Sony HD screen,

the 1080p visuals sparking the cosmos,

the theater-quality sound

lapping at the Great Flood.


It acts like

extra-strong rope

that reties and strengthen

our ties, our bonds

ensuring sturdiness

as deep as the ocean.


The beauty of it

is that it means something


to every single person

it could mean to someone

the pinnacle of bliss

and to another,

unfathomable horror.


The train

(the one with our concerns)

moves so fast,

it could be compared to the speed of thought.

For there is a poem,

one just like this,

cycling through the minds of humans.

Beautiful language,

here in an instant,

gone in an instant,

language that would put Tolstoy to shame.

Also from Principles of Monotony

For Alex Kohler

Opportunity for a humorous annotation

is never wasted here,

his last one told at the lunch table,

 bouncing amongst the trays.

His unfailing ability

to shift all things towards the universal language of sex.

It has the femininity that flusters us,

yet they are droll enough to make us stay longer.

How amusing these quick and witty strings of words are.

But the best joke would be in the evenings,

when my friends were all in one abode.

And the sun was either plowing through thick clouds,

or seeping through the windows.

As the safety net of the familiar

amplifies the comical genius.

And every “Ha Ha!”

Becomes another musical note

brightens with happiness

and becomes one of many lights of a cruise ship

on a tropical sea.

From Friends: a Collection of Odd Love Poems


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