slow burning mouth

slow burning mouth
we feed our lust with fire
worship the constitution
of unorthodoxy
left our skins pierced in
tragic pains of every day
each civilized mind
argued in judgment
their fingers always
pointing at us


About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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5 Responses to slow burning mouth

  1. writingthebody says:

    Yes, and even if they have not found us out, we know that those fingers await us….thank you

  2. csnemo says:

    Hey! Big thanks for sharing in Share the Love. Without you it would be dead digits in a hard drive! Look forward to sharing in your poetry.

  3. stoptrippin says:

    Expressive, yet hidden. I like it 🙂

  4. Magic, brutal, compeling.

  5. that was supposed to say compelling, I need to put my glasses on!

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