Friday, May 6, 2016

Nate Maye- Three Poems


I pounded
pulsed pushed
finding finally
that a sweet
metal version
of me smiled
back, a bit of
malice in his


I'm trying
to start again
trying to shut
down trying
to find a command
a series of keys
that works
but sit in a pile
of my own oil.


he was born
a man
but his mane
told him 
there was more,
finding his way
to the jungle
he discovered
his roar.

Nate Maye is a rising poet.  Nate studies literature, and watches too much television.

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