luke holt

Phantom smiles
Behind ashen clouds
Of pot smoke
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clear cunning as streets sizzle with passion
beyond molten sand and smoldering protons
past the negro yards
past the opal moonbeams which infatuate stars
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O’ martyrdom
Sequestered in obsolescent forms, shapes, dimensions,
Vectors in hurt and ghost and germ
The sweet jasmine of her kiss leaks from the bowls of my neurological receptors
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Galactic serenity
A rainbow serenade accompanied by wraithish desire
((Morgue lapse, C section))
Banners melt and wilt on earthen eyes
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Lilac sea and stars’ abundance
Thick lackluster turquoise fragments
Years and years of dreams’ upheaval
Warlock’s tears and archfiend’s headache
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Labyrinth kisses from diluted lips
Spreading utopian sunlight and chi
Capillaries burst with pleasure and fear
Making your highness start burning for me
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the moon sang when the masquerade began
and we all swam in her beams
let her be debauched in sadness and drunk with fear
let her molten vodka tears glisten in perpetual ecstasy
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i took a bath in sunshine when i looked into your eyes
a mocha pool of colors and a feeling of surprise
tell me you didn't see our children when shaman sang
songs of purgatory and revelers receding in slopes of moon
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~for selena readmond~

a light mist fills the hovel perimeter
my mocha eyes drooping into extended consciousness
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The walls are cold wraiths seething black chi against ebony china
What hath thee, mortal soul
Humans are toads, insects, vermin
The quartz laden earth would be better off without us
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Corner the lepers
Brainwash the tide
Join a blue circus
Your first kiss inside
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I swing like a mantra
A wasp with a brilliant pea mind
((a slit pea, like me, poisonous chi))
Flowing out like foam from the in flared nostrils of a rabid badger
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dharmas by which to ignore anthropoids

1. technology is the magick of greed
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i have seen the tragedy
hence my plea

i have dervished the dominatricks' requiem for the entirety of this fable
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The hours lag like dour tarantulas
Though the hands are moving
The fingers are crippled
The milk expires quickly
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Ha!
We dance
Warm lapsing flesh walls
Housing wildflowers and hip moon struts
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cosmic stupors
induced by radiant rain and spellbinding cool eyes
gazing at blackness
a night in deviated perception
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take me to a stoned village
where people don't use names or cars or shoes
hot electric dharmas sizzle like melting china
O, carcass of muse
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((sung in melody of bob dylan's 'gates of eden', key of Bb))

phantasmal morning drops of rain salute the morning streets
as daisy blossoms lilt and bend where forest dwellers meet
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