I feel

something just collide with the web inside of my head,

rippling throughout my brain; an association sticks.

I do not manufacture my own thoughts,

they come to me

not through me;

no one knows exactly how I tick.

Every thing, every object, has a label, every label

a memory I have captured and embalmed.

I have known Sacred Experiences; so, please

don’t squawk to me about the weather.

It is not effortless.

I am not fluent in small talk; I have to interpret.

I’d prefer we disarm one another-

to know your thoughts on the afterlife, the significance

of cause and effect, your favorite song and why, or converse

about the birds and the trees or whatever

is really on your mind.

I promise, in turn, to do the same-

to show you my insides.

I am an open book;

subjective, passive,


Whatever it is, I already feel it-

so tell me a secret.

I swear I will keep it.


-Jesse Haydn

Published by Jesse Haydn Poetry

The written word is life. I am the proverbial poet-at-heart.

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