So What...?
The neon echoes
Grow grimey
With the traffic
Splash
Distant bells
Summon some
Sidewalk
Sabbath
As the fresh
Leather of
New Doc's
Fall into a
Somnabulant
Syncopation
The camera clicks
And
Canvas cracks
Harpies
Tobacco stained
And armed with
Scratch-offs
Man-bunned
Skinny-jeaned
Satyrs
Wireless
Psychopomps
Meandering
Through the visible
Mist
Of a dead
Persephone
Spandex enveloped
Grease-denizens
With
Newly furnished
Card-flippin'
Fixtures
All charging
All are cheering
All
Zeitgeists
Gliding chuckles
Dirty
Molecules
That crooked
Corner
Smile
That carves
The Stark
Beaches
Of past
Decades
Draped in
Delicate
Anachronism
The camera cracks
And
The canvas clicks
It's quiet here
Ohhhhh
It's better here
Standing on a
River rock
Damned
Outside
Of
Time
Hex'm J'ai has been crafting works poetic from an early age. His first publication came when he was aged 14 in a local paper. Since that moment he has created at least 4 chap books, and has performed at various open mics in the NY capital region, dabbles in photography, visual media and has been coaxed to play with noize on occasion.
Hex'm J'ai was born North of where you're sitting/standing.
Hex'm J'ai enjoys hiking, heckling, films, various forms of debauchery, new and interesting mistakes and all things occultie marvelous.
He currently resides on the USS Vinland which is in orbit somewhere over Schenectady, New York.
