Contemplating Ivan, Part One

Lights of neon words
illuminating from your
poignant hands.

Each drop of fire
enchants the apple
of my eyes.

I traverse the woods
in plural weight of
my feet.

The style of moon
is the synonym of your
inside thoughts.

I can hardly distinguish
the masquerade of your
symbols and speech.

Decoding, I have to
suit the key perfectly
into the hole.

Concluding an array
of torments, of tragic,
of daffodils, of summer…

 

2016

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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2 Responses to Contemplating Ivan, Part One

  1. Rio Olo says:

    That Ivan must be a piece of a demented shit, spewing and splicing puzzle pieces of stupidity that he himself doesn’t have the sanity to understand. Or maybe he does, only he either denies or can’t accept it. Haha. Ivan will be so grateful to read that you’re now beginning to “decode” him, and that to “decode” him you feel “I have to suit the key perfectly into the hole.”

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