Blind Side

i need a new lefttackle–depression just sackedme from my blind side Copyright 2012A. J. HayesGive a poet a pen 


Hey Diddle Diddle

At night, Cat plays his fiddleOn the boardwalk in hopesTourists toss dollars or changeInto his opened fiddle case.He promises himself he’ll useThe money to pay his rent;Internally he knowsHe’ll blow it on a catnip fix. Cow jumps over the moon,In one bound, much to her trainer’sDelight. She moos seductivelyWhen she lands, knowing she’ll get milkedExtra … Continue reading Hey Diddle Diddle

The Gods Must Be Crazy

My insanity is not nearly as profitableAs being eccentric. It’s more the kind of crazyThat gives people pause,Have them back away, slowly,As if confronted by a growling tiger. My insanity is like railroad spikesHammered through all five stagesOf my consciousness, attachingMe to bed. If the amount of effortIt takes for me to rise and shower,Or … Continue reading The Gods Must Be Crazy


I sing with crickets.They sound better than I do,yet still stop for me. Copyright 2012A. J. HayesGive a poet a pen 


What if Poe had misquotedThe raven, and in fact the birdCawed, “Forevermore, forevermore”? Well? Copyright 2012A. J. HayesGive a poet a pen *Note: Midwest Book Review recently published a review of my poetry collection The Poets Are Dead? in their Reviewer’s Bookwatch newsletter. It can be read here (you have to scroll down to find … Continue reading Unanswered

Peace In A Bottle

If serenity existed at the bottomOf a bottle, it would cost moreThan $7.99 a liter. Yet I keep searchingFor it in brown liquid that stingsOn the way down. Perhaps not. It is the journey that turns me on.I continue strolling downThe wrong paths, holdingA working compass in my left hand,A stainless steel flask in the … Continue reading Peace In A Bottle

Bookstore Of Conversation

The man walks like a toddler,But I doubt there’s only juiceIn his bottle. After paying his fare,He recites his memoir to the bus driver.It’s a cautionary tale involving Dundalk love,Infidelity (on her part), methamphetaminePossession, and parole. He has a giftFor creative nonfiction; able to stretchNine months of his life into timeless literature. A young man … Continue reading Bookstore Of Conversation