Home for
me is the place
Where I have never been-
An unholy creature stabbing
Knuckle-bone enormities;
The black root of Clorox bleach
Entrusted past the sloppy tongue.
It is miles of marmalade
Running through the margin
Amidst turbulence of cacophonic sound;
Bright lights impersonating the sun
Over a fast-paced whir
Of intrigue and pistols.
Little-known stars who shear
Vodka and Shirley Temples,
Paving the way for when
Legendary martyrs become a tale of text-
A place that never denies
Anyones right to exist.
Originally published in the North Carolina Poetry Society's
"Award Winning Poems, 1999"
Marie Barringer Rogers First Place Award
Used with permission of the Poet. |