Poetry + Prose by Hayden Winston
Beyond it, moving through the cosmos unbounded,
Test it with a few vinegar phrases, but those wounds have been healed now for ages,
what’s your motive anyhow? we’re just strangers with a familiar sense of each other’s coding,
How much progress occurs by way of quiet judgement?
Fuck it. We’re all hypocrites, but try to feel it,
Can’t relate? Well that’s alright,
just sit steady while the angel launches.
bathing in the silence
solitude from room to room
he’s naked and reclining, like a Toulouse-Lautrec
lips bitten raw, skin clawed
recounting the origins of old scars
places gone
time lost
soaking in a glass of Malbec
soaking up the emptiness
wade through the emptiness with me, into the dark, absent of thought
nous verrons ce qu’il y a de l’autre côté
smoke-filled lungs sigh heavy
anticipation sewn through
soft flesh
into tendon
knicking at bone
bound and restrained yet
torrents of
desire
tenderness
love
pour out sideways
washing over every nerve
every road
lapping up all dread
all passion
power exuding from every second of surrender
ecstacy in its acceptance
“it is always by way of pain
that one arrives at pleasure”
guilt rises, subsides
a dark curiousity gnaws away at your insides
ç’est trop tard se retourner
Truth spilling out like salt
Fire in my guts
But stiff legs keep me from flight
Holding on to the happy remnants of the past and trying to trash the rest
Punch a clock, pay the bills
Vacation
Return to stress
Gnawing at thoughts, eating skin
Deep breathing, deep sea of relaxation
Oils, candles, scents, and bath creams
All amounts to the same thing
Struggle
I’ll drink your tears
dressed in leather, wrapped in latex
I’ll eat your fears
honey-glazed, garnished with blood and thyme
Build us shelter for the winter
burn the whole damn village down
Regarder-moi, je vais tout te devenir
et rien
 (Photo of a self-portrait by Robert Mapplethorpe; Courtesy of LACMA)
Go to work
Come home and clean
Take vacations to feel free
Just want to grab my lover and head to the shore
Or back to the woods
No rules anymore
sealed in ink 