dEbRiS

 
bones stretched
in details of psychology
ensnared in a cellar of
thousand brick by brick and bricks

no blow of air
in endless gasping
and drunk tornado, a riveting
chaos of lover’s love meeting

thousand brick by brick and bricks
almost gone heaven like
the tower of babel
confuses us and we speak
foreign love songs

no ray of sunlight
in ricochet of glances
and blind public eyes, a ripping
chaos of lover’s love meeting

thousand bricks and bricks and
endless bricks collapse
like the tower of babel

 

2013

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About chester maynes

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

  1. slpmartin says:

    Quite like the theme of the poem.

  2. domtakis says:

    Love it! It goes well with my preoccupation with derelict places and relationships these days.

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