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Poems
by A.J. Huffman

 


 

 

 

My Mind Recedes

 

with the waves.  I watch

it float, thoughtless and carefree,

pulled by a tide it no longer cares

to comprehend.  It sees my body

as sand it can dissolve and wash away.

I wish it well,

as the wind decrees we shall no longer be

anything but microbial blessings

following the breeze.

 

 

 

a black line

 

 

I Dream in Shark

 

Prone body poised to breach,

erupts in avalanche of aggressive force.

Hunger is the only language

I understand.  Need

paints my eyes black.

I see only red.

Attack is the dance of my desire.

I feel the pulse of life,

fading in midnight’s teeth.  I open

my eyes.  Light

is the only regret I know.

 

 

 

a black line

 

 

Of Hive

 

              hidden

hanging

communion

                     of busy

buzzing

              bodies

              making

honey

            I’m

home

 

 

 

a black line

 

 

I Am Building

 

a profession, a tower, something

erected, intended to reach

heaven, a structure

of large size,

facilities, an establishment

for factors of manufacturing,

a dwelling, to endure, sustain,

withstand without yielding

or submitting, the basis,

the groundwork of anything,

the lowest division, the act

of founding, of establishing

growth.

 

 

 

 

 

a black line

 

 

A Touch of Champagne

 

Inebriated amalgamation.  A bubble-

catching shade richer than beige,

paler than gold.  Picture perfect waterfall-

fed pool of reflection.  Tint

in crystalled toasting vessel.  The giggle-gifter,

echoing around a wedding’s kiss.

 


 

a black line

 

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