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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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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