Luke Downes


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Just your ordinary half-drunk poet, coasting through life on a cocktail of bourbon, wit and oft-failed attempts at irony. If you order this at a bar, you have to down it.

Say what you mean. Mean what you say.

Journal Entries

absence

Posted 5 months ago, 4 comments so far.

arrested development

Posted 5 months ago, 12 comments so far.

glimpses

Posted 5 months ago, 18 comments so far.

connection

Posted 6 months ago, 17 comments so far.

randomies

Posted 6 months ago, 20 comments so far.

Writing

Disposed Of (Like Celery-Tips)

I have to tip-toe / on my toe-tips / to avoid the honey of your lips.

The Madwoman's Ghost

here is this madwoman: / who once took a chipping axe / to her daredevil heart.

Buenas Tardes Amigo

Miguel Olmos knew before he even got out of the car that it was his beloved older brother’s body that had picked at by the local scavengers.

You Won't Even Know What Hit You

You like to cock the hammer, / swing the sword, / threaten to kick the chair / out from under / a man with a noose round his neck.

Ripe

in your chest that responds / by rising like oven-baked bread

I Drink My Medicine Down

everything is a switch to flip / an itch to scratch / in the middle of my back

Watchlist

  • damien frost
  • chelsea hotel
  • Paul Louis Villani
  • joeyfreer
  • bearpaw
  • vishstudio