Cant Leave The Night Poem by Luke J. Holt

Cant Leave The Night



Under sighing lights
of cobble valley dim
the clock's joke is the
broken window of dusk's birdless quiet

winds that blow like drunks on paper horns
i do not bomb the dives
with trumpeteer laughter

Saturday, July 18, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: night
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