colored stones and tangerine guns

 

let me drink
the liquor of poetry
spilling from the cups
of shakespeare and yeats

let me drink
their sonnets
meters and rhymes
and sleep with resonance

i chose to write where
the words are played like
colored stones and
tangerine guns

sorrows are sold
not to abuse me
each buying is affluence
i’m privileged to scribble

 

2012-2013

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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