A.J. Huffman- Two Poems

With Pom

poms, I prance, preen, pretend the world

hates me because I am

beautiful, not because I am

            spastic

                        ally s-p-e-l-l-i-n-g

everybody’s name in time to some strange

rhythmic beat only I can hear.  Bubble-

gum pop rocks explode in my brain(?), pep

my step, keep me from getting a grip

on sanity.  I smile when they call me Barbie,

pause before the next

mirror, muse about my skirt and the potential

depth of its spinning flair.

Corner of S and M

is 50 shades grayer than any other

shadow the trashy-novel muse crawls into

at 3 a.m.  Desperate for safety-

word-intersection-connection, she paints

herself smiling in latex, a masque

zipped shut at mouth.  She becomes the latest

best-selling toy to poke at.  Allowing

bastardization and abuse to continue

to fall, she believes it will quickly get lost

in the pool of green, growing beneath her feet.

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.  Most recently, she has accepted the position as editor for four 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.