almost touching the savage, wild moor

i re-treated an entry, strayed from hatred

my hands are neat from the water


all winter nights, the snowflakes are falling

unseen winds are stronger than my brain

i cannot do tricks and magic


away from the four million crowd

i joined an army of bewildering circumstances

knowing what’s there, i have this courage




About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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2 Responses to dogface

  1. Dieu says:

    I love the mood you have created here. It’s very mysterious and brooding. Very modern and yet kind of Victorian at the same time.

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