Luke J. Holt

Rookie - 235 Points (1-14-91 / fullerton CA)

Luke J. Holt Poems

1. Kind Of Like The Happy Prince 2/17/2014
2. Staged Fright 9/2/2014
3. Ballet Of The Pulsar Nude 6/27/2013
4. Comets (Fragment Sequence #2 1/5/14) 1/5/2014
5. Fissure 2/27/2014
6. Corn Sentinel 2/16/2015
7. Pink War 11/4/2014
8. Icarus ((The Sad Winter Of Willow Cheer)) *full Poem* 1/24/2014
9. Tin Lizard 7/9/2013
10. Cellos, Magma And Bony Lions (What Is Left Here) 11/11/2013
11. Cyst 12/2/2013
12. Diplodicus 12/19/2013
13. Sparkleharm 1/3/2014
14. Noise 1/3/2014
15. Shriveled Jazz 1/3/2014
16. Television 3000 1/3/2014
17. Wood Witch 1/3/2014
18. Killed While Watching Fireworks In Traffic 6/30/2013
19. Written While Watching A Southwest Airplane 6/26/2013
20. Forever Picinic 6/26/2013
21. The Second Day I Watched The News ((Essay Kinda)) 8/6/2013
22. Beneath The Wobbly Weathervane (Fiction Narrative) 8/31/2013
23. Purple Bubblebeam Blues 9/24/2013
24. Sadness That Brings Fall Early 10/7/2013
25. Tryptamine Villa 10/18/2013
26. The Candy Imp 11/5/2013
27. Nexus Of Devotion 11/5/2013
28. ? Emit 11/5/2013
29. Salts Of Glory 11/5/2013
30. Waking Cartoons And Soft Dreams 11/5/2013
31. Jolly Rodger Bay And The Foolish Boat 11/5/2013
32. Vigil Of The Dry Rain 12/23/2012
33. Spring Beyond The Bed Of Slate 12/23/2012
34. For She Who Pillaged Night With Smiles 12/23/2012
35. The Lady's Mirror And The Man Who Carried It 12/23/2012
36. The Wooden Ode From A Floating Moment Without You 12/23/2012
37. This Palace 1/13/2013
38. Breathing Blue 1/13/2013
39. Somniferique ((Love In Retroactivity)) 2/7/2013
40. Examination 6/26/2013
Best Poem of Luke J. Holt

Kind Of Like The Happy Prince

i awaken cast in gild
i have no breakfast
kind of like the Happy Prince

as of whom Oscar, that Pre-Movie starlet spoke
atop the steeple
neighboring broad clocks and bells of singing yellow
pleading the swallow to bring to they who leer and admire him his face of various jewels.

i gave my nose to a thirsty girl
my nose was a glorious ruby
like that of the Happy Prince

i too alike the swallow who fell in love with a reed in a faraway marsh, a reed with many of her kind she would not leave, and deep, deep roots set in pickled waters
safe from the winds...

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Vigil Of The Dry Rain

The lunar milk is hot as wax
the gulls have ceased to drink
the skeleton is anxious and wants to swim
if i am to prevent your sovereignty
i must swath you in shameful tufts of hide
and make you stink of stag and steer
till the flies shall liken you charming
as i had upon the fleeting waltz of your eyes to arrows
blue massacre

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