New poems by A.J. Huffman.

 

 

All Flash And Bone

 

Voided echoes dance

just beyond my eyes.

I cannot grasp their shape.

Their purpose is shady.

A memory.

Empty.

But important

in its pertinence.

 

The mysterious weight of their relevance

is cataclysmic.

 

And I am fractured.

Shattered.

Dumb-struck soundless

by lack of understanding.

Mine.

Theirs.

Ours

is a ballet.

Filled with devils and nightmares.

One step closer.

All slide back.

Into the uneasy comfort

of solid perimeters.

Subconsciously soiled

by fear.

And a pair of faceless fangs.

 

 

A Legacy of Candy and Cobblestones

 

I walk through night on a blind man’s dream.
Dodging buildings like bullets. With no doors
to welcome or reject me, I hypothesize
the structural resonance of the word: home.

I Leave deconstructed breadcrumbs to remind
this world I am here.

And still moving toward what remains to be seen,
the shadows hold no meaning in this dark. I embrace
their whispers. Like wings, I breathe through
their chaos. And return to face the chimeless clock
that has failed, again, to convince me
that dawn is worth all the hype.

 

 

 

Slurring Silence and Stone

 

You touch me.

And I echo.

Waving.

Like a scream.

I move the air.

Weaving.

Through your stare.

Until you can feel me.

Finally.

Too bad.

It shatters

my skin

to hell.

 

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