Reconciliation" (A musing by Mole-Man Jack) by Hex'm J'ai

As above....
.....So below

The tires
Spin round
Slick corners of
The overpass

And winging,
A raptor
Eyes, feathers,
Talons and
Purpose
'Cause clock-
Arms are cold
Razors

Concrete
Spires clutched
By mist
City of 1K steeples
And as many bars
Beneath

Bathed in the
Universal
Agent
Drowning Kings
And lifting
Lepers
Jaundiced shadows
Of 5AM Street
Lamps

Partaking the
Morning
Eucharist
Of bean-water
And burning
Leaves
"The breakfast of
Champions"

I think of
A friend
Smart as fuck
Tough as nails
And with a sense
Of
Style

The bougies
Can't handle
Roaches in the
Go-juice

And I smile in
The faint gauge
Glow
'Cause this town
Has a sour
After taste
That I find
Deliscious
Just like that
Whiskey

And now I'm
Out
Of words

As above.....
....So below

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 NY.

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