A. J. Hayes
Copyright 2014 by A. J. Hayes
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
i can’t get use
to typing on stone
fingers are bruised purple
wrists are deep shades of weary
i could return to solitude
being the sole thought in the room
(was this ever the case?)
but this hunger is an orchard
of low-hanging fruit
and i am all stomach
and no mouth
where is solace in that?
freedom is an eclipse
i dare not look upon
THE FACE OF MADNESS
the face of madness
does not stare at me
in the mirror it’s the glazed
look of the mail lady
as she trots along her route
in the robotic fashion
familiarity mixed with boredom
nurtures in civil servants
i see madness in the glare
of a cop as he slow-rides
by me during my daily walk,
as if he’s some villain in a
john singleton film
from the ‘90s
i return both stares, my mind
pounding with idle threats:
“come close and i will chew
you up with my lacerating incisors
and spit you out
my lukewarm mouth,
your flesh tasting
of bitter indifference”
the face of madness is streaked
with tears, its teeth drenched in blood
Chill in the sun, homie—an oxymoron.
The sun’s countenance isn’t cold,
And though it is in space,
That’s not its home.
But see, you can go outside yourself and radiate.
Man, radiate. Step into the world
Wearing your crooked smile—
Who can tell you you ain’t awesome?
Become confident in your balance.
You can walk with your eyes
Half-closed. Feel life around you,
Rather than sit and view it.
Let me high-five your soul, homie.
Crack open your peanut shell.
Your interior meat is warm with love and goodness.
So stop chilling, homie, and radiate!
in a circle
a crying child
Santa or the Easter Bunny or the Tooth Fairy
or Mommy or Daddy
I promise my circle
that, when others were
square with me, to him
I will be a triangle—three lines leading
upward to a focal point:
a period of perpetual growth.
Yes, Fatherhood is also a womb.
“Twinkle, twinkle Little Fish
The stars are not yours to play with.
Evolution deemed you fit
To frolic between seaweed and algae.”
Fish doesn’t have ears and never heard that rhyme
of how fish weren’t supposed to climb
to the heavens, soaring amongst the stars,
traveling on wing-like fins wide and far.
Flying fish leap from the sea
to kiss the sky—even without legs;
salmon defy raging currents
to return to their birthplace to lay their eggs.
Determination: a spell to see goals through.
Fish have this magic, of that I’m sure.
And you have magic too;
I wonder what powers are yours.
WHY LOOK UPON?
I don’t claim to be the best poet in the world, and definitely not its best visual artist—I’m not even the best artist in my own family, my brother, Donte K. Hayes, is an amazing artist (seriously, check out his work at ). So why do I expose my poetry and artwork to all the world, for it to judge?
I believe art (and poetry is a form of art) is an expression. It’s not about being the best when compared with other works & artists. For me, it’s about expressing myself and my thoughts and ideas in an authentic way.
People might think the artwork is poorly drawn, that my poetry is badly written, but one thing that can’t be dismissed is the authenticity and sincerity behind each piece. The poems and artwork within are some of my most personal pieces I’ve ever created. That’s the purpose of Look Upon—look upon me as I bare my soul before your eyes and ears.
Give a poet a pen,
A. J. Hayes
Ways to Look Upon further:
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
A. J. Hayes is a poet and writer residing in Maryland. He is the author of over a dozen books of poetry, (as A. Jarrell Hayes) fiction and fantasy. His work has appeared in over 20 publications online and in print. He invites you to visit his website at .
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- Author: A. Jarrell Hayes
- Published: 2016-04-13 23:20:11
- Words: 843