luke holt Poems

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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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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