Two poems by A.J. Huffman

A.J. HUFFMAN

SEARCHING FOR OBLIVION

 

            after Daisy Games by Vladamir Kush

 

Innocent white

                         petals huddle deeper

among the red,

prick themselves on residential thorns.

Blood falls in cadence, turns the world

to blush.  He loved me

not.  In the alien scent of ostentation,

the common weed weeps,

                                           wishes

on falling

stars for heavenly fingers to grant reprieve,

grasp body and roots and wrench

it from this garden that has always felt far

more like Hell.

 

I AM MUTE

 

The obscenities of my life stick

in my throat like glue, choking

me blind.  I have lost my ability to hear

the sound of my own sanity.  I have become

a cacophony of regret, bottled up

inside a soundproof booth.  I am a 33 being

played at the speed of a 45, out of sync. 

I cannot find my groove, only the drag

of that damned needle that has taken my voice,

turned it into something less than background

noise.

 

A.J. Huffman has published eleven solo chapbooks and one joint chapbook through various small presses. Her new poetry collection, Another Blood Jet, is now available from Eldritch Press.  She has three more poetry collections forthcoming: A Few Bullets Short of Home from mgv2 publishing, Degeneration from Pink Girl Ink, and A Bizarre Burning of Bees from Transcendent Zero Press.  She is a Multiple Pushcart Prize nominee, and has published over 2100 poems in various national and international journals, including Labletter, The James Dickey Review, Bone Orchard, EgoPHobia, and Kritya. She is also the founding editor of Kind of a Hurricane Press. www.kindofahurricanepress.com

 

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