Luke J. Holt Poems

I am a spinning speck of stagnant rotary

chasing my own circular whimsy
as it badgers me backwards
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Sad girl
in the sunshower
with locks of yarn beading
with lolligagging drops of rain
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City
A City
with drab, square monstrosities
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I am the damp dawns dim reflection
a vulgar imprint that has allowed you to turn my crown into a wreath of explosives
i count the yellow bones in the soil and the grey, cell-parched seeds that are scattered cinders of
you and me minus I
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Coward of the spongy room
bored and brave
ready to dual with laughing tendrils of confusion
with fists or fleeting sobs of lonely
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It only rains now...
window panes maelstrom grey
until dawn recedes and clouds part
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Beds of chalked zinc
webbed by bleats of beauty
the alchemy of pop-art and Lysergic Visine-tears
wheels of triad shapes
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Blessed be the goblets that taunt us with dead fire
mourners stand frozen in lifeless vigil
verily! our blood runs thin!
Behold the petals and thorns that pulse with green life
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Gruff cackle!
loud sound!
voices!
youre choking me with your neglect
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Give me laurel to where in my crown of thorns
give me sleep
give me breath
give me narcosis
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