disorientation, rambling thoughts of pizza and gravy sauce

almost 6 months.
i can’t hide the fact. it’s none of my business to reality.

i told her it’s depressing at home, without pizza, my own.
if panic stalks, i’m neglecting the gravy sauce.

mumbling—

i cannot even comprehend myself. constricted, i’m far off free.

Where the plate is, this mouth.
I can’t think straight.

2011

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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3 Responses to disorientation, rambling thoughts of pizza and gravy sauce

  1. Lamberta says:

    hmmm.. i kept thinking the food might allude to something else, but I just think it’s kind of an odd random poem, but good. 🙂

    • yeah Lamberta, you’re right on that…it was too random that i’ve never thought ending a title like this until i’ve finished writing and re-writing it! thanks, by the way! 🙂

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