Chester Maynes Poems

Fleeting rain, fleeting moon
Dusk of east coast
Grabs the noon
On purple skies, I grope the stars
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I hate it
This weakness
This sickness
In confinement
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They’re coming back
On wild horses
Swift and dirty
They’re eating us half alive
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The smokes
Rising to the sky
Cannot go back
Down to where it
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Your love is
A perfect fire
Smoldering me
Smoldering us
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You are the sound
In a restless morning
Calling me to call you
And shout your name
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I peel your oranges
I peel overnight
My fingers sore
I’ve deepest wounds
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Verdict of me
A solace at night
Casting a mask
The truth ignites
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Far is the distance
In this shore
Out of sight
From thousand eyes
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Melting sorrows
Never recur
A page of
Hate never fades
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