far is the sound of
your lover’s blubber
and miles away are
your sober totter

our divorce is rattled
as pieces of paper signed
with our nervous signatures
and silly concoctions

we demolished our I Do’s
and trapped our jealousies
inside our arrogant cubicles
unable to bury the hatchet

rare is this moment
when we cannot fathom
our equivocal delinquencies
that destroyed a home




About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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28 Responses to phantoms

  1. Wonderful choice of words, and brought to a nice close with that last line. I can relate to it well…

  2. Tightly written and clever.

  3. ablative says:

    ‘our equivocal delinquencies’… perfect.

  4. Mennah M says:

    Ouch ! That just hit a nerve !
    Thanks for following me dude 😀

  5. Mennah M says:

    Reblogged this on prayersofadreamer and commented:

  6. davidandresalix says:

    Sober totter miles away. Nice! A vow is a sugar pill, easily dissolved these days. Used to be a bronze amulet passed down through generations.

  7. nightlake says:

    interesting..a poem with a social message.

  8. tteknipp8786 says:

    I think it is funny that I wrote about marriage a few hours ago and you wrote about divorce. Very nice by the way. 🙂

  9. Lamberta says:

    great poem over a subject I’ve lived through.

  10. clintonspel says:

    great poem bro. you are amazing 🙂

  11. Great! Contemporary topic garnished with a classic style.

  12. mcbiz101 says:

    Good stuff here man

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