Two poems by Luke Skoza

A fish who forgot what gills were for

Dreams float, a bird gliding
on its last breath.

I want to hear the way it sings
going down even though

I can not rescue it. An organ elegy
reaches my ears, a tornado of smoke.
it sits on my eyes, keys on a piano.

Some say this is an unknown room.
No one one says dreams created it.

Long ago, a fish forgot what gills were good for
and walked out of the stream.
It was not dreaming
It had no ambition but confusion.



Cat Candles

With eyes like two candles, her waist
with a night white glow.
a ceiling light now turned to low.

It's the same when love comes to an end,
or the marriage fails and people say
they knew it was the wrong idea ,
staring directly into the eyes of a
great hungry African cat.

But anything worth doing
is worth doing badly.
Being there by that summer ocean
on the other side of things while
the sun was fading out of sand

until this cigarette is finished,
A little moment at the end of it all.
While the quiet ashes fall.

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Bio: Luke Skoza is a twenty seven year old poet, teacher and model.  He has been published in Retort Magazine and Bareknuckle poet along with numerous other journals. He has lived in three different states and two different countries in the last two years but feels at home in New Orleans. If you want to find out more about his life, his facebook is https://www.facebook.com/luke.skoza 

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