Month: June 2016

Wake Sense South

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© June 10, 2016. All Rights Reserved.

Part 1

Marcy’s a brunette with a double ponytail,
Rubbernecking at strangers exiting a tattoo parlor,
While preaching voluminous passages from the Bible.
One teenage girl flicks a cigarette into her hair.
The erudite exhorts the girl to go to hell. Marcy’s stiff,
Ranting gibberish willy-nilly,
However, the girl ignores Marcy like a seer bombshell.
It’s only dawn, and her heart’s a blur,
Blessed with Holy oil,
But her faith isn’t there.
“Infidel,” Marcy yells, buffing her in the face with spiff.
A Muslim man glares at them like they’re silly.

Part 2

Later, a stammering Lena, Marcy’s lugubrious daughter weeps,
But a disgruntled Marcy yells, “God don’t like ugly.”
In threadbare clothing, Lena walks to her bedroom,
To endure the shrewd wind from an opened window.
Her mother is the blight of her dreams,
And her past ransacks her half-conscious mind.
She desires an imperturbable mind until she sleeps.
In her atrocious nightmare, she’s carefree,
Exhuming a skeleton in a strength jacket beside a bridegroom.
Lena lip-locks with a woman with Prussian blue hair. Ooh!
Two homophobes are behind. From the sun, her watch gleams.
Lena awakes, but she’s dazzled by humankind.

Part 3

It’s a derelict heart if she stays in her room,
Cajoled to lack dignity by conformists.
She rises. The closet light bulb bursts into her left eye.
Crying with internal bleeding from her wound,
Marcy yells, “Shut up!” Then, Marcy exits the cottage.
Lena looks outside. The sun’s engulfed in flames.
She’s no heterophobe. She’s doomed. She smells a fume.
A bonefire’s in a forest with initiations on lists.
Poised to hug, but deeply shy, there’s vibes of peace that makes her cry.
The only child swoons when few angel oak trees ballooned.
Unlike her mom, these chums won’t hold her hostage.
Lena’s eye heals. There’s different sexualities, and she learns all of their names.

Part 4

Days pass. Marcy’s worried after searching for a missing Lena.
Insomnia loves her. She wonders if Lena was suicidal, and cries herself to sleep.
Despair takes a new toll as she suffers cardiac arrest. Her home is not the same.
Meanwhile, Lena partakes in volleyball under the moonlight.
She’s smiling for the first time in years. She’s laughing.
Offered a bouquet of roses by another woman,
Lena accepts the roses and sits them beside a verbena.
Lena clobbers a fly. Everyone stares. She feels like a creep.
Her girlfriend says, “That fly has a name.”
Bonnie’s poised for an apology in Lena’s sight.
Bonnie wins. Everyone returns to having fun. One person’s photographing.
Lena’s never returning home. Lena’s chums are her new kin.