Author Archives: Jelal Huyler

About Jelal Huyler

Jelal is a PoetMC from a forgotten planet on the far side of West Universe and he likes to make the words move.

For JyMy’s “Big Ass Head”

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the sleep dont often come

this or that face flickering into and back up
from shadow
rafters and web strung thick

i am watching i see nothing i see everything every minuscule pore gaping sweat and 
songmusic into breathless and here is the thing
nothing here makes sense.

the doctors are thieves
the lovers actors                                                                     tragicomedy breaking open 

against the grey-black shore
the set is a swirling of not yet fully bloomed thoughts
the thoughts themselves                                                                                  many floating 
bits of different coloured paper surging through a black-grey street
and now everything is everywhere
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Three Poems (#2) – Jelal Huyler

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The Fox News Building is Literally a White Portico'd Slave Mansion House... Look It Up the sky is darkening but the blue is still magnificent and there is a crinkling mass of wrinkleflesh giblet-lipped hungering behind my left ear it wants to speak with me share me its opinion i do not want its opinion but i listen anyway the news is all falsified the window wipers wash nothing but make smudge and the cigarette is leaning out the window throwing dirty looks at passerby the window is stuck open not far and the greasing  is as that of gravy filled glass tray having sat crusting for some time and still the incessant whisperdroning of that same monotonous song Continue reading

Three Poems ~ Jelal Huyler

Smoke at the moon

Cigarettes and the Moon

doesn’t feel good
but it’s soothing.

the moon is a dragon’s left eye
not quite smiling.

the air is chilly
but not cold

and life is long.

tree in my backyard has a God in it
done told me so

and there is a mirror
just under
and to its right
that reflects nothing
unless you stand directly in front it.

night is full of unsaid things. Continue reading