Some of the best poems you'll read - Perigee

"Home Opener"
by Jason Lee Huskey
The silver bra hangs on the old oak's branch
like a misplaced ornament from a porn star's
Christmas tree; the picket fence smiles gap-toothed
at our gaping awe, knowing something we do not.
The sounds of slapping erupt, the beat of their passionate
war, their sound to signal the hundred air raids of foul
language and reminders of prenuptial arrangements.
The Hendersons are known to make a scene;
heck, they even pass out a flyer to new homeowners
about them, but nothing can prepare a person for it.
Bob McCreedy's family just came home from Wednesday night
mass, and they send the kids inside awhile; Old Miss Doris,
the Venus fly-perve, finishes tipping the paperboy, when a high-heeled
hooker boot skids up her sidewalk; and I'm out walking my dog on the
edge of my neighbor's first-prize lawn, when they take to the street,
half-naked and cussing like I've never heard them curse before.
Tonight, one man in the whole of our world
refuses to stop and watch them fight and fornicate
in the middle of the street. Barry Annasomasia and his
Peterbilt 385 have just completed a run from Richmond
and want to be home in time for the first pitch.
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