Author name: Hayden Veil

In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.

Static

Poetry Drafts / / By

The static of a black n white TV
after transmission’s ended.
(sizzling)
Outside the snow falling,
quietly building the piles
that made up my childhood.
(dreaming)
The chill inside; opposes
the flames from the fire place
logs chopped from birch trees
(stagnating)
The static of a black n white TV
became the pattern of
my life – sadly

the final day

Poetry Drafts / / By

On the final day,
our penultimate
masquerade. Is
there space for
them, in their
buttoned jackets;
coats of arms;
layered dreams
of old; and
charm?

HXmXn – pXrtXd

Poetry Drafts / / By

In the name of the King!

Open this door or

Bleed

as the axe swing

back or forth

You whore!

Filthy scum a snake

of two

Those lips of yours

will soon be

parted

Scorned – Tattered – Bereaved

Serpent rising

Hammer pounding

Your last desire

My morning glory

Our flesh their own

Story

Run fat boy, run

Poetry Drafts / / By

Weakest of the thirteen

Not even the crash bungs

Could keep him safe

Forcing the knee down

Scratching the pad

Until the rubber let go

He flew

Before gravity took hold

and mother’s embrace

became

final

Poetry Drafts / / By

The exact nature of the binding was unknown to him but it was likely to involve time shifting and image distortion. He would never have agreed to be born into such a mess voluntarily

Excerpt from The Chronicles of the Man Who Confused Time (via circle-no-10)
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