On Benches And Hammocks

Sleep, town, sleep
on a tangerine, vintage
bed.

Fly away from the
dirty internet and
chronic radio.

To thousand books,
where eyes are hypnotized
by pages upon pages

of fantasies, of
dystopian, of contemporary
narrations.

And sleep is no
more in my bedroom
of several dreams.

I contemplate outside
on benches and
hammocks.

 

2018
 

About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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