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.
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 others sickly saturating embrace.
Rainbow Bridge
Mountains over meadows
temper suns watchful eye.
It is crazy
how neither notice the golden
arch, sparkling faintly
right between their eyes.
Glitter Unplugged
Reflective skin stripped
of its magnetism. Light
becomes repulsed by remnant
hueless shapes. Gathering in
partyless piles, disregarded as common
variety dust.
Of Egg
hatch
crack
scramble
baby beaks
or
broken yolks
both
born
before dawn
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