From the Alleys of Starvation

This dark does not make me
blind. Just a pattern
ed window or wall. Maybe
two. Built [divided] and
labeled “blue.” (How blasé.)
Prints of desire
are stacked to form a 3-
sided cell. O’ feigned pain.

Drama is the true art(ist)
in this demented scene.

That I am stuck (stained
planed and trained) in and for
this anesthetized frame
is a testimony to my elusivity.
Or was it my electricity?
Either way I am the conduit
against the luminosity.
Hit me. Flick me. Switch me.

Pressure is the key
that marks the stage.

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“From the Alleys of Starvation” (c) 2013 by A.J. Huffman

A.J. Huffman is a poet and freelance writer in Daytona Beach, Florida.  Her chapbook
Inside the Walls of a Blackened Book, was published in 2013 by The Poet’s Haven.  She has six previously published collections of poetry available on Amazon.comShe has also published her work in numerous national and international literary journals.  She is currently the editor for six online poetry journals for Kind of a Hurricane Press
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