chester maynes

 

The robins sing me a song

and crickets turned cold

 

My fingers are drained

from writing love letters

 

The midnight has gravity

between my feet and the ground

 

I’m the religion of endless cheers

God must be a gratitude receiver

 

Sadness is a reprise and I am

gently throwing my jealousies

 

 

2012

View original post

Advertisements

Please leave a reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s