Electric Pictures
lend credibility to imaginary walls.
The perfect frame for time-
stopped moments of mind rain.
They flair to life. Laugh, dance, twirl
an eternity into the blink
of an eye that only pretends to be
blind.
With Disdain
I hand over the two
dimensional datum ephigical
laminated version of myself
to anonymous hands.
Fingers fly
over keys. Stroking,
entering my parameters. I am
essentially logged, filed
away for future reference.
by AJ Huffman
