Luke J. Holt

Freshman - 907 Points (1-14-91 / fullerton CA)

Comets (Fragment Sequence #2 1/5/14) - Poem by Luke J. Holt

a matchbox
as a briefcase
for tears

a goat is alone
wheezing the spearmint
with his hind legs broken

the castle was carbonized
by the sneeze of the bomb
and the west wind

i will fill my oven
with paper and ink
and cook a dream

the haircolors of rich-girls
turn me to straw
an artist over warm supper who starves for love and skin

i attended the party alone
i stayed alone
despite three dozen greetings

charge your battery with the sky
i bet it will run for days

the heart is a mine in the earth of man
we are shoveling for tenderness
sparring other diggers for little scavbs of compassion
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one day
a comet
will explain my love for the world

in high school
i clenched my belly
hungry for touch
while girls i knew kissed horses in the hallway


during the 8th month of harboring envy
i sired broken glass
from my asshole


i want to spend my birthday
inside of my cake
-shrink rays and chocolate fudge

i dont worry about anything
i would have to think highly of myself to worry
i dont know enough to worry
a shy bird will start to cherish the friend who shares the worm more than the worm who offers it its friend
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i am a buzzard in a culture full of vultures who believe they are condors
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 5, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, January 6, 2014

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