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Luke Winter Poem
We are the-
Unattainable
Lampshades--flickering
On and off-
In-and-out
With
And without.
--And her skin
Is all I can breathe.
I write in cartilage
Memoirs just to feel
Unfeeling.
But we love unfairly
Until digging nails
Into walls--
Becomes beautiful
We-the-unreachable.
Copyright © Luke Winter | Year Posted 2014
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Luke Winter Poem
It's like grinding-
Thistle-lips when speaking--
Trying to trample,
'Assumption'
Told us melancholy
With which; I wear
Knives-as-skin.
My Cerebellum-doesn't
Know-how-to
--Connect?
Channeling changes,
You'd rather see
Becomes me.
I listen sideways; stepping
Speech--
I'd eat bramble branches
For impediments of you.
Screaming red-raw-thorns
As they skewer-
My throat.
I giggle blisters instead.
Copyright © Luke Winter | Year Posted 2014
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Luke Winter Poem
Snow Falling on
Blue bells long gone
Meadows upon land vast
Aching for miles...
Of superficial beings,
Trees
Vegetation
Slow to even tide
Winds
Perfectly flawed crisp flake
Down on,
An object bound
In open white.
A fleck of peach
Amidst placid weather
Winter is forever
...Holding...
Pieces of love
In decay..
And as the creeps become
Crawlies; come out to play.
They each emerge from its mouth with only peace.
The human remained in silence.
Copyright © Luke Winter | Year Posted 2014
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