Luke J. Holt

Rookie - 235 Points (1-14-91 / fullerton CA)

Fog - Poem by Luke J. Holt

The fog is at times yellow
like the must of the wolfs back in February
the winds make idiot laughter of our poised walls
melting our fear of shoes and laws and facts....
The town has just reared its dead king from the white temple

II

Our fog is rapture
born of our time in the throes of stunned mania
the smoke oozes from your nose like powdered snow
are there indulgences of which the rains have failed to warn us?


Comments about Fog by Luke J. Holt

  • Silver Star - 3,681 Points Dave Walker (6/29/2013 4:36:00 PM)

    Great poem, like it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 29, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, July 25, 2013


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