The following are three poems for your consideration: "Mind Fuck Incorporated," "Acid Reign," and “In the Little Town of Bethlehem.”
A.J. Huffman is a poet and freelance writer in Daytona Beach, Florida. She has previously published her work in literary journals, in the U.K. as well as America, such as Avon Literary Intelligencer, Eastern Rainbow, Medicinal Purposes Literary Review, The Intercultural Writer's Review, Icon, Writer's Gazette, and The Penwood Review.
Mind Fuck Incorporated
“That is what destiny is”
-- Diane Wakoski
My will is shattered.
Against the wall.
By your kiss.
Watch it slide.
Watch it drip.
Green blood.
Jealous of your whole,
it will stain your skin
if you leave.
And if you stay?
The sight alone is poison.
You see?
I may be the one
who is broken.
But you are the one
who is meant to pay.
Acid Reign
The sky is darker here.
A different shade of black,
louder than the others,
vibrates
as it follows your body
down the yellow brick road
that never led anyone home.
Or to Kansas
if the truth be known.
Still you come
with your wide-eyed innocence
for the sugar-coated needle
that will rip you out
and bandage the wound
in beautiful rainbows.
I give you
your technicolored horses
and broken glass slippers.
I give you
the future you seek.
But to know the future
there must be a death.
Tell me,
will you barter your firstborn
to ride out my twister?
And when your three wishes are gone,
I laugh at your blind guessing.
I am not Rumpelstiltskin.
That's not my name.
And you see, I can no longer spin you a golden room.
And you see, I can no longer walk on water.
And you see.
And you see.
And you see, al I have
are these ruby slippers.
Everyone wants their beauty.
Their magic
that glitters each step.
That glitters each step.
That glitters,
that glitters,
that glitters.
That glitter
that makes you forget
dancing in red shoes
will kill you.
In the Little Town of Bethlehem
"We forsake Our lone luck now,
compelled by bond, by blood,
To keep some unsaid pact;"
-- Sylvia Plath
Three gathered
at the foot of the cradle.
And the north star
shone. A spotlight
as the angel spread
her heavenly wing.
And spoke.
It's a girl.
In the dark
the wisemen nodded.
There would be repercussions.
