the youngest wish of my brother.

My brother once told me that if I whistled at the northern lights

they would take my soul away

I’ve contemplated,

I’m the evening of dark times.

To whistle so loudly that the world would stop to

Hear the sound of soullessness.

Green and blue are cyan to my eyes. No matter the stars

Surrounding the movement of shadows.

Your heart reaches for stars and the sun blocks out the


Even though, after time, it’s

a broken soul surrounded by blue. And the shades of red

affect you.

Dancing in the dark gets old,

For I am weak too.

The green tiles of sun abruptly

Shine. Effortless in pain and numb again.

To your wishes

Of soullessness. And

also mine.


©Dawson Lehmann


Posted in Poems | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment

pray FOR solitude AND blue

I’m not scared of vitriol
or the pleasure in my name.

You pray (for me) in coincidence

through your father’s religious concerns.

I am gone– so is (she)

insanity of chess pieces. Stolen ashes through

memories. Can you see my longing

for fear. My languages (pray) for

solitude and society. Writing in pen (so I)

can only make artistic mistakes.

Is that an experience? Or

irony in simplicity? I write (on) a slant

in blue


(I am blue)–

I’ve coloured my stone bruises, too.


©Dawson Lehmann


Posted in Poems | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment

this is not home.

I pray for a time when I’m

going to die. Unfeasible

I’m sure. One can try.

My polymer sweatshirt is

warm through the dye.

My time on the moon for broken lies

is cut at the strings so it

can fly high.

University dreams of students

in mind. Broken but here

for those in sight.

In a wasteland of deer

and colours of fields.

No end nigh, one can only hope

for the happiness that may never come.

Though, it will try. Identity is questioned

in this mind of minds. But

through this loneliness and

forward lives,

you may cry at the sight

of my darkening eyes.


©Dawson Lehmann


Posted in Poems | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment

My Room

Is she lonely too?

Or is my callousness too broken

for you?

She never brought me through love

and all of this. Rhyming in dark sunlight

All alone

and alone

beside her eyes
I try to refrain when the door unlocks my room
but incredulous keys

reaches through and leaves me again.

All I want is to leave.

Acting has its own appeal

and it rings off the tounge like time on the moon.
I don’t mind, your

shaking lies

and torrential hate.

Rain on my day when friendly fades.


©Dawson Lehmann


Posted in Poems | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment

Yo Soy Parte

As good as Spanish wine, I’ve seen

the landscape’s eyes. It’s neither green by the sea

or dry by Madrid but it’s blocked and tiled like

castles. I cannot judge the square of Spaniards.


Ciego to culture are my foreign friends. Picturing

them now—

how stuck they are. In their head:

the idea of dejando is worse than yendo.


My city shines; but Barcelona is better. Spain—

my dream.

Errante heart;

poderoso experiences.

Yo soy parte de esta.


©Dawson Lehmann




Posted in Poems | Tagged , , , , , , , | Leave a comment