Shock Of Youlessness Poem by Luke J. Holt

Shock Of Youlessness



Beds of chalked zinc
webbed by bleats of beauty
the alchemy of pop-art and Lysergic Visine-tears
wheels of triad shapes

her mouth is a gaping universe
smogged with the hanging, perfumed fog of lust
feast of freedom and dusts of dried lymph

let the odorless veil of space encapsulate itself into my stifkled teardrop
rendered blacklight ghosts kiss

glass planets on T.V.

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