chester maynes

 

i smell work

scents of pressure leak

while motions invade space

i’m stuck on a constant phase

 

sleep is an opened eye

there are tampered dreams

like vandalisms on walls

reality exposed

 

waiting makes a journey

to brick roads un-trodden

pauses are freezes

they are leaving wide gaps

 

widows are weeping

some children bury the hatchet

i am seeking

i found necessity

 

 

2012

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