Colored Stones & 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

About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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