Luke J. Holt Poems

Today i crawled back into my sock-drawer
and found an abused packet of incantation
ruffled and flared
like a punished lap dog in from a night of learning the sleet and chill and
how Capricorn snow tastes when mixed with nasal blood
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I was born on a day so green
it filled my eyes with blue and yellow
I rose from a snug quilt of grass
I froze endlessly before my birth
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soak in the still
i am this

still as toys
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our crests dont match
silly
i dont have what you have
i shriek curtains of grey gas instead
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The windchimes are like the unwell laughter of a mad child

a sound that measures unrest in the air
and ciggles tinny at the gusts
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Lately the breeze hangs and rots like fruit
burping smells of pine and rain
in yesteryears alleys you tease dull fire
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my cheeks crowded windows
where blood peeks through skin to see love closely
all the world a great blue den with low ceilings
the yellowest sun to ever sear tar and lovers and grass so alive it stains like green berries
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awake only moments
too hot for garments
all else are in tunics
feather fronds in apartments
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still staving throngs of your remnants
like Errol Flynn skirmishing with armies your perished love yields
that dry out and reemerge
without dying
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