Of Adverbs and Misguided Affairs
Reluctantly. I am speaking
backwards (against myself). You are
the embodied antonym for complacency,
compliancy and co-dependency.
And yet we play together so harmonically.
A symphony of sin and sun and silence
[laughing]. We are a communal
(of sorts). An undecyphered language
locked in lethargy. Hesitation seems to be
our Rosetta. (Motion our only road block).
Statistically stasis should resolve
our burning [desire to resist]. Feelings
falter blindly between four hands and numerous
fingers pointlessly passing [nothing]
through nothing but layers and levels
of disillusioned dark.
Reluctantly. I am speaking
backwards (against myself). You are
the embodied antonym for complacency,
compliancy and co-dependency.
And yet we play together so harmonically.
A symphony of sin and sun and silence
[laughing]. We are a communal
(of sorts). An undecyphered language
locked in lethargy. Hesitation seems to be
our Rosetta. (Motion our only road block).
Statistically stasis should resolve
our burning [desire to resist]. Feelings
falter blindly between four hands and numerous
fingers pointlessly passing [nothing]
through nothing but layers and levels
of disillusioned dark.
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. 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.
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