I have been following Poet/Bartender Luke Young since his first appearance on Instagram; his writing is sacredly honest to me. You will soon be exposed to the roller coaster ride of our conversation which goes from: poetry, Cambodia, shrunken heads, Canopic Jars, Vegas, and breast milk. Plenty of eclectic juxtaposition.
Hokum (Las Vegas, NV) Filtered air Lightheaded and giddy Strolling across desert carpets Patterned after unknown vines The clash of electronic sound Mumbled conversations Starched clean with bowties Hollow eyes Rejected sleep Chasing coffee While being watched from glass blisters Judging movements Glances and twitches Waiting for a sign A cheater cheating a scam Everyone out for their buck A holy calling in a barren oasis Between stark mountains Where lies Virgin Peak Pointing at Wilson Ridge Asking for her children to rest To wipe the sand out From the corners of their eyes *Photograph Credit Luke Young
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