K Poem by Luke J. Holt

K



sheet at sunstrike
vomit at daybreak
so early any thought is frightening
hauntingly robed and sharp and garish
a perspective missing components
dawn is a shrill horn humming notes that tease with a corpselike yonder
ill be fist-fighting with tiger-lilies soon, dear.
K
its not even
nor can it
say it till its alive

Tuesday, June 30, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: morning
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