wandering wondering

questions spilling like bubbles of beer.
oh! why all these meandering?

brief occasions of instant acquaintances,
breaking barriers and cultural animosities.

my feet aches—
i am redeploying.

the ambiance of myriad streets,
of diverse colors and naughty life.
in these abrupt moments of solitary,
they need some noise to slaughter monotony.

he puts his doubts under the table.
someone has received.
energy suffices the day.
it’s a going and coming of concessions.

who knows?
i’m leaving again…


About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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3 Responses to wandering wondering

  1. Kharma says:

    Wandering? Bar hopping? Trying to find some excitement?

  2. TarekOfCairo says:

    Feels like a soldier deployed in Afghanistan … Or the hostile ground of womenistan ! .. Do I break a spill if I wonder what did you have in mind ..

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