Jonathan Hayes

Jonathan lives in San Francisco and can be reached at jsh619@earthlink.net.

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)alien( mother ship

in our conversation

about her paranoia

questions from

another haircut

mother's dead day

crunching on pills

like jawbreakers

little tooth

grows profound

inside

apartment

[don't go out]

member

-ship

of the month

coffee &photographs

historic tragedy:

the Bomb exploded

father's semen, stained

lesion on her brain

hyper-perception

every insect's identity

in the room, registered

black invisible sweater

a chemical evanescence

good night good

waiting for the polaroid

emulsion of the past into

the now

little birds chirping in the sad City

heard through a red phone receiver

"the man on the hotline said they sounded nice too."

the angels will let go of you

if you ask, but they

will continue to watch

answering machine

disinfect the phone

with stridex pads

the right hand of paranoia

[valium / volume]

6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1,

"i can't ear you."

fire-escape pigeon

mo moans groooans

when the party is over

useless urban soledad

white blinds drawn

eye no more play day

insects invading room

ringer off

no!

Jonathan Hayes