Win Chester "Ennui. A Poetry Collection"

Ennui. A Poetry Collection
Win Chester

Win Chester is a writer and poet based in Detroit, Michigan. He hopes to write his next novel soon, if he can stop reading other people’s novels instead. Watch his words bleed.

Ennui

A Poetry Collection

Win Chester

© Win Chester, 2022

ISBNВ 978-5-0056-5849-4

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ENNUI

AВ Poetry Collection

byВ Win Chester

Ennui: AВ Poetry Collection

Copyright В© 2021В Win Chester

Cover Artwork В© 2021В Jr Korpa

All rights reserved. No part ofВ this production may be reproduced, stored inВ aВ retrieval system, or transmitted, inВ any form or byВ any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior permission ofВ the publisher and copyright owner.

CONTENTS

Title

Copyright

It’s on the House, Pal

Conformity is Suicide

IВ Locked My Heart

Time Erased MyВ Name

Lady Luck is aВ Card Sharper

JudgmentВ Day

ExplosiveВ Love

Love, Art, and Money Rule the World

Future Indifferent Tense

FallingВ Down

MyВ Love

Nausea

No Escape

AВ Limerick

My Thoughts are Like Cancer Cells

I’m a Bad Poet

Ennui

Last Words

About the Author

Other Books byВ This Author

IT’S ON THE HOUSE, PAL

The shadows inВ theВ bar
Taste waters ofВ oblivion.
Get out ofВ yourВ car
And see what we’re living on.
Come on, dude, take aВ seat.
Let’s have a booze tonight.
IВ betcha you gonna likeВ it.
Another regular’s in sight.
His name’s Jack Daniels.
Whom can you see here else?
That guy over there
Goes byВ the name ofВ Bud Weiser.
He’s fallen from the chair,
He would’ve not if he’d been wiser.
The hot chap Smirnoff
Always says, “Buzz off!”,
When you sit down next toВ him.
At times his fist meets someone’s chin.
And I’m Jimmy Beam.
Now you’re in the stream.
Here, gulp this shot o’whiskey
An’ join our team.

CONFORMITY IS SUICIDE

I hate to be on the others’ side
And hide behind the wall.
I said, “God-damn-it-all.”
Conformity is suicide.

IВ LOCKED MY HEART

IВ locked my heart
And threw away theВ key;
I’ve played my part,
What else should IВ be?

IВ loved inВ vain,
Love’s only pain.
My soul’s a charade,
IВ lost the title ofВ aВ bard.

Who else can IВ be?
Who can set me free?
You poked my eyes with aВ cue;
I’m blind but I can see
I’ve always been a felo de se.

TIME ERASED MYВ NAME

Time erased myВ name
Completely off its slate.
No one is left who’d care about me,
No one is left who’d hate.

LADY LUCK IS AВ CARD SHARPER

Lady Luck is aВ card sharper,
And swell she deals.
Her stakes are getting upper,