Luke J. Holt Poems

i awaken cast in gild
i have no breakfast
kind of like the Happy Prince
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when the brook heaved its glowing yawns of morning into the heart's silted gully
a nest of white beasts stirs until nimbus beats the gales with clumsy weight
who is this shape in the swamp
why doesn't she blink
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a Southwest planr
like a high-sheen
bi-partisan flag-shaped condor
reminds me of pie-graph colors
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The fear of the near future
and what in it you will destroy
and how much of it is never indisputably yours
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Vascular hued shapes
in a silly waltz
like my eyes are an auditorium of dazzled idiots
glittered doom
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split the sea
part this maw agape and stuff in its moss-green jaws a soapy garland
to heal a starchy wound in a gut pumped with powderform smiles
in the anti-septic theater the spinner of gimmicks hold court in shade,
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Laughter
yellow tendrils webbed in dew
blighted emergence
too much crying
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My foil sands
are sad trails
that i know from watching the thickening silver of morn
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The dull, inky vista of night ignites
he marched home
as if to say to no-one that he was coming
to imagine upon the helm of sleep a vessel in place of vacancy
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The lunar milk is hot as wax
the gulls have ceased to drink
the skeleton is anxious and wants to swim
if i am to prevent your sovereignty
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