Hate Is Fun Poem by Luke J. Holt

Hate Is Fun



I broke the nose of my stopwatch

I take my meals cold with hemlock

Dwell over me and wrinkle your nose

Hate is fun and sometimes Marxist

Glass is the Double-Mint of doomsday

Gulp the fire
Slumming in vineyards
I love thee at funerals
near dusk

Chewing flowers in angry sun

Burping homeless coins

Saturday, July 9, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: pain,suffering
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Circa 2015
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