For JyMy’s “Big Ass Head”

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
 

			

			
							

Three Poems (#2) – Jelal Huyler

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
 

Three Poems ~ Jelal Huyler

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.