Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Nate Maye- Three Poems

Sinner Friends

yes we 
have fallen
into the hands
of an angry
god, or maybe
just into
the mouths
of one another,
victims of
criticism and
other splinters.

Cookie Cutter

we have
fallen into 
this world of
stamping image,
I am you,
you are me, and
we barely
can be told apart,
two overlapping
stories, word
by blessed word.


perhaps an angel
wrapped in the smell
of street
perhaps a devil
with a smiling face
perhaps a chance
to be a nice being
for one instant
offer some change
perhaps just
one of ill fortune
or mental illness
cast here by mistake.

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