{"id":10471,"date":"2014-10-28T23:53:45","date_gmt":"2014-10-28T21:53:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=10471"},"modified":"2014-10-28T23:53:45","modified_gmt":"2014-10-28T21:53:45","slug":"poems-by-a-j-huffman-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=10471","title":{"rendered":"poems by A.J. Huffman"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong><em>A Forgotten Space<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>\u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I watch the world through glasses made of lead.<\/p>\n<p>Their cold, gray vision proves most accurate,<\/p>\n<p>if top-heavy.\u00a0 A great deal of weight to carry,<\/p>\n<p>I rest often, lying in pools of pessimistic slush.<\/p>\n<p>My body begins to emulate the texture of seepage,<\/p>\n<p>dreams of becoming quicksand, waits patiently<\/p>\n<p>for the day it crosses its own path and consumes itself.<br \/>\n<!--more--><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Another Empty Night<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>\u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>gets filled by my sleepless mind.<\/p>\n<p>Ticks of the clock get counted,<\/p>\n<p>catalogued for no reason<\/p>\n<p>other than the sound of their voice<\/p>\n<p>intrigues me.\u00a0 A staring contest<\/p>\n<p>with the stars (who always blink first)<\/p>\n<p>turns into a conversation<\/p>\n<p>of composition with the moon.<\/p>\n<p>I tell her I would like to sprinkle<\/p>\n<p>bits of her surface into an urn, keep them<\/p>\n<p>as an epitaph to possibility.\u00a0 She laughs,<\/p>\n<p>noncommittally.\u00a0 I turn<\/p>\n<p>to the cable-fed tube of modernity,<\/p>\n<p>baffle over its addictive banality.<\/p>\n<p>Finally, I change<\/p>\n<p>the channel, face another blank page,<\/p>\n<p>wield only my pen as an ax<\/p>\n<p>until one of us bleeds something<\/p>\n<p>that resembles a discernible thought.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong><em>I Am Chalk<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>\u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>outline, a designator<\/p>\n<p>of space that once held<\/p>\n<p>a body.\u00a0 Static, I mimic<\/p>\n<p>death.\u00a0 Echoing a need<\/p>\n<p>to look deeper, I am intrigue,<\/p>\n<p>a puzzle to be pondered,<\/p>\n<p>solved, then labeled <em>accidental,<\/em><\/p>\n<p>or worse, <em>unnatural<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Unhammered Nail<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>\u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Silver sliver of connectivity.\u00a0 Metal<\/p>\n<p>stud, designed to join, hold<\/p>\n<p>in place.\u00a0 Lying on floor,<\/p>\n<p>point unnecessary, it stares<\/p>\n<p>at potential pieces, misses<\/p>\n<p>the thunderous pain of pounding,<\/p>\n<p>that one victorious moment<\/p>\n<p>of puncture, of disappearing<\/p>\n<p>into seamless flush.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A Forgotten Space \u00a0 I watch the world through glasses made of lead. Their cold, gray vision proves most accurate, if top-heavy.\u00a0 A great deal of weight to carry, I rest often, lying in pools of pessimistic slush. 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