Road begins somewhere around my fourth cup
of caffeinated bean juice. I cannot breathe
until its kick-started steam strokes my brain.
Fingers of a fickle lover, it picks
each day’s scars: to-do’s that didn’t
get done, mistakes that shouldn’t have been
made, absences holding space for something
tuned deliberately off-key. The unsoothing
cacophony rocks me, one second at a time,
Because Cobwebs shine like diamond tiaras
in the moonlight, I believe I am
with one shoe on, I emulate balance.
A flawed perception of tomorrow
cuts the darkness ahead of me like
magic. Wand at the ready, I stumble
into the harsh light of “Happily
Ever After,” gag when I see what I am
supposed to slip more than my foot into.
Popcorn Unplugged Oil-slicked theatrical, returned
to base form. Golden nugget
of potential, unactualized
form of favored vegetable, waiting
to crack unsuspecting enamel
A.J. Huffman is a poet and freelance writer in Daytona Beach, Florida. She has previously published six collections of poetry all available on Amazon.com. She has also published her work in numerous national and international literary journals. She has is the editor for six online poetry journals for Kind of a Hurricane Press ( www.kindofahurricanepress.com ). Find more about A.J. Huffman, including additional information and links to her work at http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000191382454 and https://twitter.com/#!/poetess222