searching, finding classic


antique coldness in green bars—
hunting is negative 10 degrees.

thousand intersections in savage trails—
i gasped. i lost my bottled water.

whisky drops left me retching,
i return to the so-called distress.
over and over i flip and toss.

this is crazy. my mess is jumping jack.
up and down, kaleidoscopic bounds.
spoiling the hundred graves, dead’s!
thus, i ended, and prevented.
no traces of animals.


About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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3 Responses to searching, finding classic

  1. Liking the verse structure and the imagery. It’s wonderfully frenetic.

    Nice work here.

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