Poems from Luke Dominick
Wide-eyed, glassy stare
Dazed and confused
Reeling, recoiling
from possible
Impossibility
Windmills, grassy fields
Disappearing
Set...
Atlas fades on stormy days
A tortured burden he must bear
But now the birds of song are gone
Descending the depths of despair
The sun in...
Creation
from a stand point
exclusivity
sought-after man's point
rolled-up
late night jam joint
all into one
to create some sort
of fifth-...
Awake upon this garden
You who belies life and lives
For the wind in your hair
Sing upon this sunshine
You who decries truth and spies...
Aching hands
Bloodied taste
Bottle caps
Dirty clothes
Ink stains
Letters returned
Old tears
Broken heart
Music blaring but yet still...