Purple Bubblebeam Blues Poem by Luke J. Holt

The moon is wan and sallow
drenching us in her shafts of light
in yesterdays vision, i was inspired by a static aura
((violets))
i finagled proper karmic talisman made of decaying flesh
an amulet of charitable chastity.

the beam became anthropomorphic
purple fuzz boiling
in the glycerin air
i couldnt breathe
because lungs are sealed with buttery breeze betrothed in brambles
*i love you*
said the ethereal stranger
*i know, not that it helps*