thirty days


30 days of dead air screams
dreadful wonderful in dreams
numbers and horoscopes are ambiguous
my name is hidden anonymous

folktales become gossips and cheap talks
away away away are bad walks
nearby kins are unattended
crazy countenance is branded

urban lights shower like meteors
pampering myriad loss of creatures
borderline between me and you
stalks our nights as non-sticky glue




About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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4 Responses to thirty days

  1. Chatty Owl says:

    Such such such good word play! Thought few lines were really good – “stalks our nights as non-sticky glue” really stood out! Well done, my friend. Another sweet one.

  2. 12kilroy says:

    Your last line is great.

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