Poetry Drafts

Poetry Drafts / / By 
I carry paranoia in a black briefcase,
brown empty envelopes
creased stained sheets to be signed 
brown paper bags;
my stained tie reeks of brown sauce 
blue blood and paranoid thoughts
of wind and windows and roofs 
soaring across a stormy sky,
and creaking ceilings
and creaking floors
and creaking doors 
— locked. 

I carry paranoia in a black briefcase,
on a black unwanted tie and in a mind 
bent on creaking.

Poetry Drafts / / By

Bowl of Chili. Dollop of sour cream. Cheddar cheese. Corn spoons! Good end to a shitty day.

Poetry Drafts / / By 
Twilight and fog 
descending a powdered pond. 
A frozen bird, wings still and silent 
shivering shakes and cold cravings;
a frozen man, shivering, 
shaking and cursing a foggy brain. 
In winter months of dreaded darkness
beware beware beware:
going cold turkey
carry a pernicious penalty
as death looms in a twilight
– far beyond the fog.

Poetry Drafts / / By 
I hid my secrets, 
like a childhood leaf 
pressed between faded pages. 

I hid my secrets 
betwixt two untouched pages 
numbered 41 and 42. 

I hid my secrets
like the childhood cat that ran away
– never to be found 

I hid my secrets in books I wrote,
my untouched leaves withering 
– cat-less to the end

Poetry Drafts / / By 
No purpose, no path; strings attached to a dummy, neither brave nor nummy; a broomstick sweeps the endless fields; cows caw and fish fly:

chirp. chirp. 

Cows caw, and fish fly. 

Oink.

There is grandeur in the face of pork pies. Saucy plates left too cold. I would like to grab their attention and file a formal complaint. But NO … there are roadblocks and too much suffering: oink. 

I find purpose in oven cleaning. Cutting ties. Coating a Self in cinnamon and almond, ground without additional spice. Cayenne is not a spice, it is life swimming through the skies
— cawing.

Poetry Drafts / / By

Every heart a warm embrace, a hug on cold winter’s day. Every multiplication, duplication without deception a kiss from the warm lips of strangers. Every word of wisdom give wings to falling dreams, and parachutes to failing poets. Everything matters in the end, as long as it is sustained.

Copyright © 2021 @behind-the-veil-of-sanity / Hayden Veil

Poetry Drafts / / By 
Every heart a warm embrace, a hug on cold winter’s day. Every multiplication, duplication without deception a kiss from the warm lips of strangers. Every word of wisdom give wings to falling dreams, and parachutes to failing poets. Everything matters in the end, as long as it is sustained.

Poetry Drafts / / By 
the slow sound of a nocturnal sigh
a trial of the final breath,
the last descent of an undulated journey
taken in silence;
sibilant thoughts hushed,
a toboggan overturned,
whispering winter squalls
end the final journey.

Poetry Drafts / / By 
I can tell you why I’ve given up
let the daily debt accumulate. 
I can tell you why I’ve given up
let the letters pile and words disperse. 
I can tell you why I’ve given up
let my lazy friends fade to ghosts. 
I can tell you why I’ve given up
let the pears die and rot alone. 
I can tell you why I’ve given up
but you no longer care a whit
of me and mine and ancient history. 
I can tell you why I’ve given up




















, 
— or choose to not.
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