27 Minutes Later

Back to bed.
And ache are
the bones and
the head has
stellar needles.
I have this
internal nuisance.

Sleep is
never an
Shut again.
My back is
spoiled and
brat is my
bed and oh
this is my

It is like
making myself
a cup of coffee
and 27 minutes
later I am
my new self.
That’s it.




About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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7 Responses to 27 Minutes Later

  1. LOL! All it took was coffee??

  2. adamryanwhite11 says:

    Sleep is my favorite habit. When I feel like company, I ask my friend to make us coffee and I be over soon.

  3. stanza two is standout delicious

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