Luke J. Holt

(1-14-91 / fullerton CA)

Breathing Blue


beneath
beside
with gloom and pride
let us become the sea
so you may fill its shores with blue that's more alive than free
like dancing dreams of round machines that twinkle fast to speak
this breath that's blue
just like us too
so curse me like a streak

the portal is a pose
and the babble's like a brain
the pistol is a poem
and the raving is the rain
but silver though this heave does gleam
outside your swinging door
whose hinges bleed like kissing mouths
when forced into the floor

before
between and since the day the air had turned to blue
it turned to white and then to grey and then it turned to you

Submitted: Sunday, January 13, 2013
Edited: Sunday, January 13, 2013

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