blight

Posted on January 4, 2018 by chester maynes

it cranks
it malfunctions—

it’s me,
it’s me, it’s me.

this derangement.
i am tinkering my damages,
but i cannot feel such difference.

it occurs.
it exists.

this nature.
this circumstance.
this blight.

 

2018

About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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