8 minutes just before the bewitching hour begins
I return to life with a cup of coffee
Sinning in the rain with the feeling
That we have run out of gas emotionally.


The feeling is dying as if I should be asleep.


We test sticky spells beyond light and pass them on over and over again.
We feel the witchcraft attached beyond the light.


Awaken to solitude. Awaken up to loneliness.
Awaken my brethren. Wake up dreaming and create.


The silence is almost finished.

-Jesse Haydn

Strange and enchanting against the wind
You enjoy huge maidens on the flowers.


Be light. The birth never ends.


Everyone is buzzing behind the wind.
I create willing women under the sky.
Can you dig it?


My children, the tranquilizer ghosts are on fire.
Ahhh! Sin never ends
Nor does the pain.
Ask his way
and find road signs.

Strange how life will run away from you sometimes.
Opaque and insecure
A lucky sin
A kind of wind that blows
Where at last
The traveler
Looks for landmarks
Before help could come.


How long do you talk to your own face in the mirror?
Forgetting who you are

moment after moment.

-Jesse Haydn

For the wrath of God is revealed from heaven against all ungodliness and unrighteousness of men, who by their unrighteousness suppress the truth.

Romans 1:18


Something is exposing disentombed clubmanships-
this is what the heterocysts do monadically.
The manager is gone.
Gone, corrupt and the stain on the glass shows wherein.
You are villainous.
Rising from the world another time with falsity
even to make them swear it not in disgrace-
a satire to show each of love.
Some fresher stamp of strange dependence fades
that thereby out of my blunt inventions
bear and put them
extern to the world’s eye.
Copy: Die
Take that life: mine as soon
thy blood of doom.
I told you and you laughed.
Thou hast risen
and I have set with the vilest of worms.
Blessed though I am, I suspect
I grieve at pleasure
smile at pain.
What am I to do?
I say that I showed sorrow
that then, even in this temple,
even in black night (your heart)
I could see the world as abused.
But at the lack of thee, time’s spoils
I despised every Book,
and there you are as thus-
the ****** papers,
imperfect actor.

-Jesse Haydn

Have you ever stopped to notice
the spaces between things
Empty patches of sky between the branches and leaves of the trees
A murmuration of birds as they dance on the air with one mind
Like a negative between words on a page?
Have you ever been swallowed?
By the deep and infinite timelessness between the stars
Between footprints in a blanket
of wet diamonds
Between the notes of a mystical masterpiece
Between you and me and us?
I think from time to time
there’s beauty in the lack of.
Peace in the nothing-
if you can find it
in the fragments of sky
through the forest.

-Jesse Haydn

Are you still awake?
Do you percieve the space between objects?
Place the sky between the branches and leaves
Birds undulate as they dance in the air with one mind
What’s wrong with the word on this page?
Did you swallow them all?

In depth and at the end of the time between the stars
Between the footprints on the blanket
The Milk Diamond
Between a mystical masterpiece
Between you and me and us?

Shalom Aleichem-
(And unto you, peace.)
If you see it
The fragments of heaven
Through the forest.

-Jesse Haydn

If you leave me all I can think

is that I am finally cracked. You are a werewolf

seeking blood. You howl with magic

from the moon.



If you leave me, I think of hatred. You are a ghost

now, in the hallway. Why don’t you hide

from my human form? I know better than my words;

they must be beautiful forever.



If you leave me, all I want

is comprehension. Questioning how

many times I can drown in the same ocean-

beating my head against the wall.



-Jesse Haydn