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Poems
by A.J. Huffman

 

 

 

I Dream in Seclusion

 

An empty bed, an empty head,

both feel the same when light has been

extinguished.  I search for signs

of smoke or spark or glint of residue,

an ending to metaphorical

tunnel that has consumed me,

but I am round, and these walls breathe

like squares.  I am squeezing myself

into a perfect discomfort. 

I was damned to fit.

 

 

 

a line, (a short blue one)

 

 

Aquamarine

 

Overkill

               of cohesive labeling

descriptives, mashed together seem in direct

contrast to indecisive nature.  Pigmented

parts:  blue and green

wrangle for their turn

in the light.  Neither quite make it,

                                                         meld

into each other’s sickly saturating embrace.

 

 

 

 

 

a line, (a short blue one)

 

 

Rainbow Bridge

 

Mountains over meadows

temper sun’s watchful eye.

It is crazy

how neither notice the golden

arch, sparkling faintly

right between their eyes.

 

 

 

a line, (a short blue one)

 

 

Glitter Unplugged

 

Reflective skin stripped

of its magnetism.  Light

becomes repulsed by remnant

hueless shapes.  Gathering in

partyless piles, disregarded as common

variety dust.

 

 

 

 

a line, (a short blue one)

 

 

Of Egg

 

hatch

crack

scramble

baby beaks

                   or

broken yolks

                     both

born

before dawn

 

 

a line, (a blue one)

 

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