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.
Luke Downes is a member of All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Blue Room, Freedom In Words and ART, Graphic Scratch, Men Appreciation, The Word Tree, Up & Coming Writers and Woman Appreciation.
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I have to tip-toe / on my toe-tips / to avoid the honey of your lips.
here is this madwoman: / who once took a chipping axe / to her daredevil heart.
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 like to cock the hammer, / swing the sword, / threaten to kick the chair / out from under / a man with a noose round his neck.
in your chest that responds / by rising like oven-baked bread
everything is a switch to flip / an itch to scratch / in the middle of my back