Author Archives: chester maynes

Mingle with us,the waters of everywhere.Wash us thoroughly,from dirt that we didn’tintentionally, deliberately,completely immersed into. Not an ocean of compromises.Not a river of transgressions.Not a stream of awkwardness. 2023

we left a bad road.we’re trekking north.our soles are dividedfrom beaches and soils. sliding on whims.the magic is free.drunk on awesome places.we ignore the glitches. 2023

coffee is a friendat idle times, at hoursof quiet queer and freakingsheer. 2023

endangered,angered at whatyou’ve done. angeredfor not sleepingenough hours. angeredat myself whennot in the mood. endangered,angered at everyone. 2023

My twilight is quiet.Our dinnertime is loud.Midnight is subtle with coldJanuary air. I sit in front of this device.Two screens, with music. Mymind in turmoil; in flashbacks of secretsins and random whims. 2023

It’s getting darker. The weightof twilight is not a delight.We abhor the smokes of burningdirt, hitting our eyes. We feel tinyknives, chopping our parts intosmaller pieces, shutting us colderinside the antique refrigerator. 2022

Howcan you notlove me? Feel me.Hear me.Look at me. I’m not wastingyour time. I’m not takingyou for granted. Butyou hate memiserably. 2022

Weonly boastour big energiesto the weak. 2022

Knivescutting your sundress.My nails don’t serve.Thoughts plagiarizingnarcissism, the image isbombarded with chaos. 2022

Me and myaudacity. I’m stillgrounded. My sanityis pushing me back.It’s not sweet from the start.Ask me what is not desirable.I’ll spoil you with timelessstories from my closet. 2022