I Am Guillotine

Sharp, cold, and quick, I do not believe

in mercy, only in the bleeding

dismemberment of threats to my world.

Friend or foe, makes no difference,

I am razored blade and hollow basket.  Swing

at me and I will swallow your head,

label it just another

bad memory time will eventually erase.

Mirror Mirror

I want to shatter the glass, myself,

and become the hammer that is

merely an extensive instrument of my self-

inflicted pain.

Because Judgment

is passed before I even open my mouth,

I prefer the righteous indignation of my own

silence.  You are not worth my words,

your eyes are deafened, your ears muted

by bigotry’s ugly umber.  Mine

is a beauty you will never decipher. 

I am cloud to your desert; star to your highway.

Your lacking cannot reflect me.  I am outside

your reach.  A ghost

                                 ly trail of abstraction.

A karma you, simply, lack.

A.J. Huffman