luke holt

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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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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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Phantom smiles
Behind ashen clouds
Of pot smoke
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Corner the lepers
Brainwash the tide
Join a blue circus
Your first kiss inside
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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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MOTEL CRUCIFIX


I have followed you through vast, lilting vineyards
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I love the way the moon’s shimmering caress mirrors your soft flesh
I can stare for hours but can only process for fragmented seconds
An illusive fox shimmying through larval jungles,
Twisted sex reveries limp hymen fantasies, i am a dead butterfly, fallen like a dead junkie's tourniquet, as love builds, the past deceives.
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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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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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'we the people'.......
.....'and then god said'......
...'thoust shall not kill'.......
...'i hearby sentence you to'................
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at first the billiards rolled smoothly
like beads of blood
now they are black cells and rhinos in a jungle of desperate algebra
in a cold dream
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~for the love i may never see~

Two Neptunes, chilled, disdainful, slow
With heaven’s fluids’ ebb and flow
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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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