Luke J. Holt Poems

Five autumns ago
you found a squeaky hammer called LOVE
playfully you bopped me
until
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Ever been clock-blocked? ....
Time is a wall
mortared by man
squeezing pea brains
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We are
not
stars-and-moon-type cats
when the pipe is skeletal
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The billboards are farther from street to stream
than you to me
i was a boiling messenger
before i learned we shared an atmosphere
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'the mountain is immovable '
says the moist queen
she has given so many coins
and they are heavy to her
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the beaches were streaked with snow
and like a pink elf you stood naked
with your footprints marred by dust
how i have rendered you dizzy with noxious fawnings!
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this palace made of bluish blades
that make you giggle blood
destroy the craft
deploy the raft
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beneath
beside
with gloom and pride
let us become the sea
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While perched upon a paisley arrow she sleeps. Like a hanging dream upon the jowl of day.
All souls parched by wind and rain may quiet
A mirror twined in its own slow fog
An amorphous illusion of sad beauty.
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i will sit and chill while the doctor prepares her table

she hopes i find it soft
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