two fleets of sunflower summers

Reblogged with kind permission.

chester maynes

two fleets of sunflower summers
on this floating heat
i beat the devil’s carnage
masquerading on heavy distress
i paraded a replica of grief
they own me not, they cannot ponder
of killing me but keeping me under
the surveillance of their hate and eyes
two fleets of sunflower summers
have threatened my inner burrow

it’s a matter of jealousy
and many jealousies have plundered
most privacy of personal secrets
i see, i feel the quiet upsets
ripping my thoughts in seven pieces

dark circles from their eyes
they cannot sleep on my triumph
to prevail is not always a sin
i’ve manifested cheerful spectacles
they’ve ended in tolerated torture


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