Amy Huffman

Friendly? Flutter

The surf was a deafening as the silent touch
of hand against arm.  A subtle pull:
of wave and warmth and almost

swept away.  

My toes and thoughts tangled.  Tumbled.
Caught.  The direct flash
of the wind-brushed sand broke the spell.
Running backwards through mist and memories
I stumbled only twice.  Reconfiguring
the argument to a plea and back again.

I found the music.  Disturbingly distracting.
And drawing me into a blurred focus.  Land-
locked arms.  Smiling.  Drumming.  Twirling.
Rhythm forgoes responsibility.  And consequences
fall to the left of remembrance.

Three beats against the wind, and it’s easy.
When you are dancing with an angel,
you can easily forget ,to care,
that the devil wants ,you,
to go for a swim.

Purity's Vengeance

Little boys should never play

with matches inside a mind

field(ed) by timers and dice.

Duck! (Or was it dick?)  I know,

luck is not the lady you had hoped for.

Or the tramp you ran out the back.

Rather, she is a black-fisted bitch

with a paw for each of your eyes.

Scratch them out yourself.

Her nails are still wet. 

From leeching your brother's sin. 

Mistaken.

You are an only child?

Well, only a child would latch

on to such irrelevant distinctions

in the face of such sanctimonious slaughter.

Get your point out of my face!

Before I show how hollow your pants really are.

Ah ha!  Now the true trick takes

shape.  Shadow and light

help my sight(ing).  Of your

most embellished guilts.  I'll take

two.  They are smaller than both of us

hoped.  (Let them go.)  You would

only choke on their seams.

Aligned.  Alight.

I count electric sheep

all night.  Their Frankenwool flames

dripping from fictitious hillsides.  I know

I lit the torches myself.  They Bah

Bah Bah me.  Bad!  But I am not

the scientist who infested them with this

dream life.  My nightmare

continues, a waking

                                 haunt, devoid of blinking.

At least such strobing would be soothing. 

Instead I shoot

thimbles at the ceiling, marking

their physical march across my psychic waves.