I put the stars on
my eyes.

The absence of slumber

My head is nowhere.
I avoid the dreams.

I never approach sleep.
The bed is untouched.

I feel like floating.
I feel like sinking.

I can still smile.
There, the sunrise.

I can still run.
There, the wind.

Revelry is bright.
I feasted overnight.



About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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13 Responses to Overnight

  1. Noora says:

    Your work never ceases to amaze me!!!

  2. Jay says:

    I’m an insomniac, so this sounded the way an old comfy blanket feels.

  3. pearlz says:

    I love that first line.

  4. I definitely feel this post…smooth.

  5. I love the last line mate.

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