Tuesday 1 February 2022

Five Wonderful Poems by Nicholas Alexander Hayes


Evening seeps through shadows, diluting space between buildings.  On headphones, hymns to reptile aliens made of light. Under balding maple trees, my feet slip in leaf pulp. On the greenway, a dead hawk mimics a Norwegian Blue parrot. 


evening dyes chemtrails

luminous purple scars

autumn skies




Jaundiced amber whiskey light from the lamp.

Orange and green street glow. Store windows reflect sky.

Bare shouldered cosmos soothes tired eyes with cool fingers.

Light falters, dead stars scatter.



Let me say three things I love:

The moon’s reflection on the lake, the smell of dusty books,

the glance of a young man who sees through me – nonchalance searing.

I disregard myself too.



A lei of nylon roses caught in bare branches encircles

a span of celestial nudity.


Wind tousled flowers reveal cosmic obscenity 

to those standing in the gutter.



Morning and midnight separated by a twisted 

sheet, a kicked rope, a cotton cyclone that meanders between

two bodies, barebacked and drooling, enduring a fitful night in 

radiator tropics.

Nicholas Alexander Hayes is the author of Ante-Animots: Idioms and Tales (BlazeVOX, 2019) and Amorphous Organics(SurVision, 2019). 

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