chester maynes

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.


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

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


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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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