Poetry By A.J. Huffman
Mounting a Star
on a sky I cannot afford
to rent, I crack
a smile that turns into a crater, consumes
the midnight of my mind. I try
to trace its origins, forgetting my own
hands were responsible
for this glaring emptiness. I travel
for days, lost in soundless space. Finally,
I find the guiltless nail, covered in my blood-
less fingerprints. Held to the moonlight,
it glows like an accusation. I swallow
its throbbing in penance for my trespass,
willingly add its punctuation
to my already permeated soul.
Of Infomercials and Shadow Puppets
Little bunny foofoo hops across the closet
door, freezes, then falls apart as the latest cure
for doggy bad breath strikes like a lightning rod
of genius. Hands hurriedly stretch, reach, dig
through pillows to find the phone. Desperation
drives desire to buy but not to move.
Dialing from a distance, a strange connection
and digital cash is exchanged for unnecessity
and any hope of sleep. Receiver
is replaced with recurring need to project.
A hawk takes flight along an empty wall.
A.J. Huffman is a writer based in Daytona Beach, FL.
"I have been a freelance writer for over 20 years. I wouldn't know how to be anything else."