Bruised in the burger stand.
You almost die. I killed you
in my mind.

The privacy of my madness
is not a sight to see. Your
presence is invalid.

We were in romance
but the car has emptied
of petrol. We walked
home defeated. We walked
home bombarded.


About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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