blue smoke

 

you hurt my eyes
dizzy jazzy winking
blinking to your
anguish and
still you hurt my eyes

hazy these
eyes that see
you nothing but
a temple of anger
and still you
hurt me more

cry and break
you’re dominating
me against my will

of all the good things
that i notice
they’re hiding
under your bed

 

2014

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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