Henry Maxe: Poems

Aug 2016 · 356

Blurred

Henry Maxe Aug 2016

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Head askew
Eyes lifeless almost dead
Hands shaking
Body twitching on and off
Mind blowing

Jul 2016 · 217

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Henry Maxe Jul 2016

Untitled

Your skin
Is electric

Jun 2016 · 147

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Henry Maxe Jun 2016

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You don't talk that much
But your poems scream
Right in my face
What you think
Of you and me and him
That you just settled
for second or third price

Jun 2016 · 217

Johnny

Henry Maxe Jun 2016

Johnny

Imagining finding the
Right person and thinking
I could have blinked
Not looked
And I would have missed you
Sayonara
But I saw that it was you
******* amazing
You

Jun 2016 · 471

On the green train

Henry Maxe Jun 2016

On the green train

Riding the morning train
Mouth tastes like hairspray
A lingering stench of ****
The journey home
Takes forever

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